The Birthday Massacre

Best of cruel intentions
Finding what they fail to mention
No truth, all pretension
Raise your hand to get attention
You give it, we take it
You build it, we break it
You suddenly erase it
You feel it, we fake it
It's my red star, stealing
It's my red star, I can't let go
It's my red star, concealing
It's my red star, oh no