| Song | Divide |
| Artist | The Birthday Massacre |
| Album | Superstition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Tides of glass, return to ash. | |
| In the dawn, we follow the path away from the sun. | |
| Shadows cast in wake of the past. | |
| Reaching out, into the dark and out of the light. | |
| Crawling underneath our feet, | |
| a river running black and green | |
| from the heart of the gallows tree, | |
| where the future and our fate | |
| will bleed into the world below. | |
| Stone to bear the mountain stairs. | |
| In the night, we dance with our devils and dine with the snakes. | |
| The dead will stare in joy and despair | |
| rising up, away from the earth, into the clouds. | |
| From the eye of the Graeae we stole, | |
| a truth that we can’t unknow. | |
| Spinning on the threads they sew | |
| in a river of the tears that flow into the world below. | |
| Over, under, threads of fate. | |
| Weaving patterns, soon and late. | |
| As in this life, so in all things | |
| the end result, the action brings. | |
| The fates will divide in three. | |
| A sight that we can’t unsee. | |
| We’re falling to our hands and knees | |
| as the past and the future bleed into the world below. |
| Tides of glass, return to ash. | |
| In the dawn, we follow the path away from the sun. | |
| Shadows cast in wake of the past. | |
| Reaching out, into the dark and out of the light. | |
| Crawling underneath our feet, | |
| a river running black and green | |
| from the heart of the gallows tree, | |
| where the future and our fate | |
| will bleed into the world below. | |
| Stone to bear the mountain stairs. | |
| In the night, we dance with our devils and dine with the snakes. | |
| The dead will stare in joy and despair | |
| rising up, away from the earth, into the clouds. | |
| From the eye of the Graeae we stole, | |
| a truth that we can' t unknow. | |
| Spinning on the threads they sew | |
| in a river of the tears that flow into the world below. | |
| Over, under, threads of fate. | |
| Weaving patterns, soon and late. | |
| As in this life, so in all things | |
| the end result, the action brings. | |
| The fates will divide in three. | |
| A sight that we can' t unsee. | |
| We' re falling to our hands and knees | |
| as the past and the future bleed into the world below. |
| Tides of glass, return to ash. | |
| In the dawn, we follow the path away from the sun. | |
| Shadows cast in wake of the past. | |
| Reaching out, into the dark and out of the light. | |
| Crawling underneath our feet, | |
| a river running black and green | |
| from the heart of the gallows tree, | |
| where the future and our fate | |
| will bleed into the world below. | |
| Stone to bear the mountain stairs. | |
| In the night, we dance with our devils and dine with the snakes. | |
| The dead will stare in joy and despair | |
| rising up, away from the earth, into the clouds. | |
| From the eye of the Graeae we stole, | |
| a truth that we can' t unknow. | |
| Spinning on the threads they sew | |
| in a river of the tears that flow into the world below. | |
| Over, under, threads of fate. | |
| Weaving patterns, soon and late. | |
| As in this life, so in all things | |
| the end result, the action brings. | |
| The fates will divide in three. | |
| A sight that we can' t unsee. | |
| We' re falling to our hands and knees | |
| as the past and the future bleed into the world below. |