| Song | Only Child |
| Artist | 3 |
| Album | The Ghost You Gave to Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In the war you severed the cord | |
| You broke the line | |
| You turned an only child | |
| But just before you buried the blade | |
| Your eyes betrayed | |
| The spark of another one | |
| Pure at heart | |
| Another day our daily bread | |
| Another night of the living dead | |
| It’s like an ocean upon you | |
| So you did what you did | |
| And you said what you said | |
| Put your pen to the page | |
| And a gun to your head | |
| Got it all worked out this time | |
| Oh, but you can’t be sure they’re dead | |
| Still the footsteps fall | |
| In an empty hall | |
| The voices echo in your head | |
| And through the ashes raining down | |
| Your eyes replied | |
| They told a sordid tale | |
| And when the fires | |
| Barreled down the mountain side | |
| I saw your senses fail | |
| So I painted a word | |
| In the dust where I bled | |
| Signed the seal of the living dead | |
| I’m looking down and upon you | |
| So you did what you did | |
| And you said what you said | |
| Put your pen to the page | |
| And a gun to your head | |
| Got it all worked out this time | |
| Oh, but you can’t be sure they’re dead | |
| Still the footsteps fall | |
| In an empty hall | |
| The voices echo in your head | |
| Oh, but you can’t be sure they’re dead | |
| Now I close my eyes | |
| As the daylight dies | |
| And I drift away | |
| What a perfect ghost | |
| You are a record skipping | |
| On a needle’s eye | |
| In a dark refrain | |
| Singing, “Nobody knows who you are” | |
| Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
| In a devil’s rain | |
| Footsteps in an empty hall | |
| Shadows crawl across the wall | |
| You can’t be sure they’re dead | |
| And if I go before your time | |
| Don’t let ‘em close your mind | |
| Don’t watch the flowers fall | |
| Never looking back at all | |
| (But if I should change before your eyes) | |
| Don’t be fooled by my disguise | |
| (You were born of my demise) | |
| And I’m a willing sacrifice | |
| Should you wake before you die | |
| Don’t let a day go by | |
| Don’t believe a word they say | |
| I’ll be back again one day | |
| You never know | |
| Fallen or in flight | |
| Wind moans | |
| Deep in the dark of night | |
| And by the blue moon light | |
| At the angle when it hits me right | |
| You can see the choice | |
| Here beneath my skin | |
| Bright bones | |
| Barely keeping the beast within | |
| Prick of a pin | |
| Let the shift of my shape begin | |
| But the barrier is thin | |
| I hear the beating of angel wings | |
| Somewhere a siren sings | |
| You severed your puppet strings | |
| And now the justice is blind tonight | |
| It’s hard to see wrong from right | |
| When you’re looking through | |
| The tunnel of a target site | |
| What a perfect ghost | |
| You are a record skipping | |
| On a needle’s eye | |
| In a dark refrain | |
| Singing, “Nobody knows who you are” | |
| Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
| In a devil’s rain |
| In the war you severed the cord | |
| You broke the line | |
| You turned an only child | |
| But just before you buried the blade | |
| Your eyes betrayed | |
| The spark of another one | |
| Pure at heart | |
| Another day our daily bread | |
| Another night of the living dead | |
| It' s like an ocean upon you | |
| So you did what you did | |
| And you said what you said | |
| Put your pen to the page | |
| And a gun to your head | |
| Got it all worked out this time | |
| Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
| Still the footsteps fall | |
| In an empty hall | |
| The voices echo in your head | |
| And through the ashes raining down | |
| Your eyes replied | |
| They told a sordid tale | |
| And when the fires | |
| Barreled down the mountain side | |
| I saw your senses fail | |
| So I painted a word | |
| In the dust where I bled | |
| Signed the seal of the living dead | |
| I' m looking down and upon you | |
| So you did what you did | |
| And you said what you said | |
| Put your pen to the page | |
| And a gun to your head | |
| Got it all worked out this time | |
| Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
| Still the footsteps fall | |
| In an empty hall | |
| The voices echo in your head | |
| Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
| Now I close my eyes | |
| As the daylight dies | |
| And I drift away | |
| What a perfect ghost | |
| You are a record skipping | |
| On a needle' s eye | |
| In a dark refrain | |
| Singing, " Nobody knows who you are" | |
| Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
| In a devil' s rain | |
| Footsteps in an empty hall | |
| Shadows crawl across the wall | |
| You can' t be sure they' re dead | |
| And if I go before your time | |
| Don' t let ' em close your mind | |
| Don' t watch the flowers fall | |
| Never looking back at all | |
| But if I should change before your eyes | |
| Don' t be fooled by my disguise | |
| You were born of my demise | |
| And I' m a willing sacrifice | |
| Should you wake before you die | |
| Don' t let a day go by | |
| Don' t believe a word they say | |
| I' ll be back again one day | |
| You never know | |
| Fallen or in flight | |
| Wind moans | |
| Deep in the dark of night | |
| And by the blue moon light | |
| At the angle when it hits me right | |
| You can see the choice | |
| Here beneath my skin | |
| Bright bones | |
| Barely keeping the beast within | |
| Prick of a pin | |
| Let the shift of my shape begin | |
| But the barrier is thin | |
| I hear the beating of angel wings | |
| Somewhere a siren sings | |
| You severed your puppet strings | |
| And now the justice is blind tonight | |
| It' s hard to see wrong from right | |
| When you' re looking through | |
| The tunnel of a target site | |
| What a perfect ghost | |
| You are a record skipping | |
| On a needle' s eye | |
| In a dark refrain | |
| Singing, " Nobody knows who you are" | |
| Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
| In a devil' s rain |
| In the war you severed the cord | |
| You broke the line | |
| You turned an only child | |
| But just before you buried the blade | |
| Your eyes betrayed | |
| The spark of another one | |
| Pure at heart | |
| Another day our daily bread | |
| Another night of the living dead | |
| It' s like an ocean upon you | |
| So you did what you did | |
| And you said what you said | |
| Put your pen to the page | |
| And a gun to your head | |
| Got it all worked out this time | |
| Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
| Still the footsteps fall | |
| In an empty hall | |
| The voices echo in your head | |
| And through the ashes raining down | |
| Your eyes replied | |
| They told a sordid tale | |
| And when the fires | |
| Barreled down the mountain side | |
| I saw your senses fail | |
| So I painted a word | |
| In the dust where I bled | |
| Signed the seal of the living dead | |
| I' m looking down and upon you | |
| So you did what you did | |
| And you said what you said | |
| Put your pen to the page | |
| And a gun to your head | |
| Got it all worked out this time | |
| Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
| Still the footsteps fall | |
| In an empty hall | |
| The voices echo in your head | |
| Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
| Now I close my eyes | |
| As the daylight dies | |
| And I drift away | |
| What a perfect ghost | |
| You are a record skipping | |
| On a needle' s eye | |
| In a dark refrain | |
| Singing, " Nobody knows who you are" | |
| Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
| In a devil' s rain | |
| Footsteps in an empty hall | |
| Shadows crawl across the wall | |
| You can' t be sure they' re dead | |
| And if I go before your time | |
| Don' t let ' em close your mind | |
| Don' t watch the flowers fall | |
| Never looking back at all | |
| But if I should change before your eyes | |
| Don' t be fooled by my disguise | |
| You were born of my demise | |
| And I' m a willing sacrifice | |
| Should you wake before you die | |
| Don' t let a day go by | |
| Don' t believe a word they say | |
| I' ll be back again one day | |
| You never know | |
| Fallen or in flight | |
| Wind moans | |
| Deep in the dark of night | |
| And by the blue moon light | |
| At the angle when it hits me right | |
| You can see the choice | |
| Here beneath my skin | |
| Bright bones | |
| Barely keeping the beast within | |
| Prick of a pin | |
| Let the shift of my shape begin | |
| But the barrier is thin | |
| I hear the beating of angel wings | |
| Somewhere a siren sings | |
| You severed your puppet strings | |
| And now the justice is blind tonight | |
| It' s hard to see wrong from right | |
| When you' re looking through | |
| The tunnel of a target site | |
| What a perfect ghost | |
| You are a record skipping | |
| On a needle' s eye | |
| In a dark refrain | |
| Singing, " Nobody knows who you are" | |
| Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
| In a devil' s rain |