|The Birthday Massacre – Control| 0

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't hear)
The fading breath of your love

You are a child of privilege
Your reputation leads you

(All trace of life will disappear)
You're falling into season
(Their every word is insincere)
There is no time for reason

We lose control of the moment
Another trend goes out of season
A new love, forever
Look the other way
You see through me
A new trend - indifference

Remember our childhood
It's not quite the same
A pale hue of new blood
They all know your name