Violet
The Birthday Massacre Lyrics


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The tragic comedy divine
Paints the way to peace of mind
Leaving shallow lovers far behind

Past uncertainties combine
Bringing tears to sleepless eyes
Memory runs the course of time
Blood runs cold beyond
The violet prison
For violent visions
And so the broken record plays
As you throw us away

We're never enough

We're drowning in cliches
So desperate to love
We're twisting every word they say

So we sleep through the days

Within the heat of passions war
Lust is spilled upon the floor
Staining red the wasted metaphor

The selfish need for something more
Claws in vain at closing doors
Scarring faces once adored

Tracing circles in the violet prison
For violet visions




And so the broken record plays
As you throw us away

Overall Meaning

The Birthday Massacre's song, "Violet," is a haunting yet beautiful piece that uncovers the tragic reality of feeling unloved, unwanted, and alone in a world full of shallow relationships and false passions. The lyrics begin with the idea of a "tragic comedy divine" that acts as a guide towards reaching inner peace and leaving behind shallow lovers. However, the memories of past uncertainties still linger, causing sleepless nights and brought tears to the eyes. The haunting image of a "blood runs cold beyond the violet prison" signifies a deep feeling of being trapped in a dark and oppressive place, consumed and becoming part of one's violent visions. As the song progresses, it becomes evident that the singer is struggling to hold onto the people they love, which is why they feel like they are "never enough" and are "thrown away."


The second verse of the song illustrates a passion war where the need for love and acceptance leads one down the path of destruction, staining everything in its wake. The line, "tracing circles in the violet prison," is a poignant metaphor for feeling trapped within oneself, unable to escape the cycle of inner conflict that leads to mental isolation. The "broken record" symbolizes the repetition of the same unhealthy behaviors, thoughts, and actions that lead to destruction. With every cycle, it becomes harder to break free from the violet prison, and one succumbs to seeing nothing but "violent visions." The song ends on a note of despair, where the singer "sleeps through the days" as they wait for their life to change.


Line by Line Meaning

The tragic comedy divine
Life is both tragic and funny at the same time.


Paints the way to peace of mind
Experiencing these moments of tragedy and comedy may lead to a state of inner peace.


Leaving shallow lovers far behind
Superficial relationships have no place in the pursuit of inner peace.


Past uncertainties combine
Memories of past uncertainties and doubts build up over time.


Bringing tears to sleepless eyes
These memories can cause sadness and keep people awake at night.


Memory runs the course of time
Our memories and experiences shape the course of our lives.


Blood runs cold beyond
Something is deeply unsettling about the situation described.


The violet prison
Metaphorically, the violet prison represents a state of emotional turmoil and feeling trapped.


For violent visions
The turmoil includes disturbing and aggressive thoughts.


And so the broken record plays
Despite efforts to move on, the same negative patterns keep reoccurring.


As you throw us away
Someone has rejected the singer, leaving them alone in their struggles.


We're never enough
The artist feels like they can never meet the expectations of others.


We're drowning in cliches
The way people talk about love and relationships is tired and unhelpful.


So desperate to love
Despite this, the singer still craves love and connection.


We're twisting every word they say
Because of their insecurity, the singer can't help but overanalyze and misunderstand what others say.


So we sleep through the days
Sometimes the only way to cope is by numbing oneself and coasting through life without really engaging with it.


Within the heat of passions war
Intense romantic desires can feel like a battle.


Lust is spilled upon the floor
The singer's passions and desires are not fully reciprocated.


Staining red the wasted metaphor
This failed relationship metaphorically represents a physical mess which refuses to be cleaned up.


The selfish need for something more
The artist's desires feel selfish because they are not being fulfilled.


Claws in vain at closing doors
Trying to keep the relationship alive is like trying to hold onto a door that is shutting tight.


Scarring faces once adored
The memory of the relationship will always be a painful reminder.


Tracing circles in the violet prison
Again, the violet prison is a metaphor for feeling trapped and unable to move on.


For violet visions
Their thoughts are still full of turmoil and sometimes violent thoughts.


And so the broken record plays
Just like before, the same unhelpful patterns keep reoccurring.


As you throw us away
The relationship is truly over and the singer is left with the same problems they had in the beginning.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: MICHAEL HANMER, MICHAEL RAINBOW

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nun is that high

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Daisy Wanderlust

i don't know what it is about this band, or this album, but every time i listen to it its like i'm given memories from a life i don't remember having. growing up as a little girl... haunted house... arcades... pizza parties... drawing in a notebook at a hospital waiting room...

Junior Torquato

Sensacional! E o COELHO quase implora por atenção de quem trás nas costa uma boneca sem cabeça.
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ED

I'm not a girl, but I agree. I admire them alot, they were uni/college kids who made a killer band together, year 2000+ what a good life

Mikko Kukkonen

I can't thank my friend enough! He informed me of this band just few hours ago, and I have already bought all of their albums on CD. I rarely get this obsessed, but I can't remember a band that has moved me like TBM in a really long while. What a magical band!

LadyLotus

What I love about this album is how it gives you different feelings throughout with songs just fading into each other, sometimes you cant even tell the song has changed because its so smooth. It gives off the creepy kind of vibe in the beginning, sad towards the middle and then really happy towards the end. These guys are genius...

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