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
(All trace of life will disappear)
You're falling into season
(Their every word is insincere)