Слова:
The Birthday Massacre

There is nothing you can try that I have not already done to myself There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself There is nothing

Make you up, take you out Play it up to bring you down Take the time to make this last Spin the wheel, watch it crash Turn the dress to broken glass

Best of cruel intentions Finding what they fail to mention No truth, all pretension Raise your hand to get attention You give and we take it You build

Look around for a means to dissuade her attention Can't remember the places or names that she mentions My words are falling apart in spite of me I'm

Tighten your tie, boy You're something to die for But don't hold your breath now You're just killing time Tonight you can dream, boy Imagine a whisper

Err on the side of caution They're taking in the new girls (Two faced, too poised to shed a tear) No memory to speak of (Passed in the night, we didn'

Her voice cuts through the walls Rings through everything that's hollow These bitter words recall All that's left and hard to swallow She was always

Once a night, the bedroom light Leads out from inside my window Eyes white, I keep out of sight This city's just not pretty like it used to be It's always

Wait dear The time is getting late here I'm all washed up and graced with faint applause Dressed in a cheap facade I'm looking for a place I'll never