Tekster: Quix*o*tic. My Birthday Party.

they're coming with gifts in hand whether i like it or not
they watch me from dark spots and laugh at me while i eat my cake
dripping though like ice doesn't it feel so nice
only images of fear can play in here
i'm waiting to wish again
i blew out the candles today
dripping though like ice doesn't it feel so nice
only images of fear can play in here