Control — The Birthday Massacre

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

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