Lovers End - The Birthday Massacre
Hands cover whispers of the lovers fright fear.
Clocked renditions of that autmn night digging up
Rumours of the kids in the park.
What awful things happened in that dark.
Take just one last dare.
Pretend you dont care till twilight falls.
Wait theres something else here.
And I cant stop my tears.
I've never ben so scared.
In the cellar burid 6 feet deep.
The lover's shaken from a dreamless sleep.
Nails slawing splinters from the ceiling and floor.
Shrieking like the witches till his stitch are sore.
Calling for the other searching.
For her lover secrests she discovers.
Drain her face of colour.
1...2...3...4... Underneath the cellar floor.
5...6...7...8...Lover will suffocate.