• By The Birthday Massacre, Plastic blue Invitations in my room I've been waiting here
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Time is the promise It turns and tells them what to
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Farewell, This blackened eye. Your learned your lessons falling down. Far behind, and
  • 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, Children behave That's what they say when we're together And watch how
  • By The Birthday Massacre, I finally have a finalized version of the lyrics, here
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Waiting, as I'm wanting to. Speaking as I'm spoken to. Changing to
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Hands cover whispers of the lovers' fright Fear-cloaked renditions of that
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Waiting for their minds to fall asleep Sneaking out the door
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Turn around, look at what you see In her face, the
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Five glasses changed my mind. Seems like the ticking hands are
  • By The Birthday Massacre, I think it happened at nighttime A cold rain drizzled down
  • By The Birthday Massacre, A voice moves silent through the twisted city streets The eyes from
  • By The Birthday Massacre, He watches her while she is sleeping He wonders if he
  • By The Birthday Massacre, And boys are so cold They speak without meaning The only time
  • By The Birthday Massacre, We don't know what time we'll be there But we won't
  • By The Birthday Massacre, He puts the gun to her head She tells him everything Her
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Best off cruel intentions Bounding what they fail to mention No truth. All
  • By The Birthday Massacre, It's safe to say I'm lonely now A place called home
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Make you up. Take you out. Play it up to
  • By The Birthday Massacre, A Painting for every face No correction, just cover up She can
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Her fabulous invention, what strange imagination shown Her gloroius intentions, a
  • By The Birthday Massacre, So they told you not to open the door But you
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Tighten your tie boy You’re something to die for But don’t hold
  • By The Birthday Massacre, You know you're too young for your age I feel kind
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Lately, Nothing passes lightly. A heavy hand is holding me down - A
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Happy in her soft red dress. The worst nightmare there ever
  • By The Birthday Massacre, Next phase, next craze, next nothing new. Got the pretty boy
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