Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By The Birthday Massacre, Plastic blue
Invitations in my room
I've been waiting here
By The Birthday Massacre, I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps."
I wore my
By The Birthday Massacre, It's getting late
It all just wanes and pales and
By The Birthday Massacre, They're getting ugly
They're a horror show
And now we're laughing
Because they'll
By The Birthday Massacre, Hands cover whispers of the lovers' fright
Fear-cloaked renditions of that
By The Birthday Massacre, Five glasses changed my mind.
Seems like the ticking hands are
By The Birthday Massacre, And boys are so cold
They speak without meaning
The only time
By The Birthday Massacre, Her fabulous invention, what strange imagination shown
Her gloroius intentions, a
By The Birthday Massacre, Next phase, next craze, next nothing new.
Got the pretty boy
By The Birthday Massacre, The tragic comedy divine,
Paints the way to peace of mind.
Leaving
