Oceania - The Birthday Massacre

From the ocean, we were washed up on the other shore

We didn’t know where we’d been, or who we were before

We were two brothers and a sister with three poison hearts

We walked so close together, but our souls were always far apart

A slight of hand, a flash of light

Our seasick days and homesick nights

When tomorrow comes, there’ll be no end in sight

These dreams of blood and devotion follow us here

These tears run into the ocean as we disappear

Underneath the mountain, we took shelter from the storm

When the skies had cleared, we chased our shadows North

We drew a circle in the ashes where we fell asleep

We dreamed about tomorrow and the secret we would always keep

A slight of hand to make us blind

Our past life shared, we left behind

When tomorrow comes, there’ll be no end in sight