The Birthday Massacre

The Birthday Massacre

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  • Bitchy Witch
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  • Pridružio: 09 Jul 2010
  • Poruke: 2465
  • Gde živiš: 50 Berkeley Square

Looking Glass

Waiting, as I'm wanting to.
Speaking as I'm spoken to.
Changing to your point of view.
Fading as I follow you.

A boyish notion of false emotion.
These words are spoken, despite my love.
A fool's devotion was set in motion.
My eyes are open now.

It's a glass cage so I can't pretend.
You hide beneath the physical.
I see it coming but I can't defend.
You cut so deep, my belief is gone.

Tell me what I want to say.
Save me for another day.
Break me. It's the game you play.
Hate me as I turn away.

A boyish notion of false emotion.
These words are spoken, despite my love.
A fool's devotion was set in motion.
My eyes are open now.

It's a glass cage so I can't pretend.
You hide beneath the physical.
I see it coming but I can't defend.
You cut so deep, my belief is gone.
My belief is gone.
My belief is gone.
My belief is gone.
My belief is...



Blue

Plastic blue invitations in my room.
I've been waiting here for you.
Reservations made for two.
Sunlight fading.

Black toungues speak faster than the car can crash.
You supply the rumours and I'll provide the wrath.
Romance is breaking every heart in two.
Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue.

Plastic blue conversations in my room.
Saving every tear for you.
Trusting every word untrue.
Twilight fading.

Fate changes faster than the death of light.
You provide the envy and I'll provide the spite.
Reflections cutting every face in two.
Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue.




Lover's End

Hands cover whispers of the lovers fright fear.
Clocked renditions of that autmn night digging up
Rumours of the kids in the park.
What awful things happened in that dark.
Take just one last dare.
Pretend you dont care till twilight falls.
Wait theres something else here.
And I cant stop my tears.
I've never ben so scared.
In the cellar burid 6 feet deep.
The lover's shaken from a dreamless sleep.
Nails slawing splinters from the ceiling and floor.
Shrieking like the witches till his stitch are sore.
Calling for the other searching.
For her lover secrests she discovers.
Drain her face of colour.
1...2...3...4... Underneath the cellar floor.
5...6...7...8...Lover will suffocate.



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