Awe yes, my pretty, it is my plan
to fill the basket full of blood
and let the drops drip one by one
into my mouth to calm my fears.
With each drop, I lose my mind.
With each drop, I gain my sight.
No one to hurt me as I drink,
No one to steal my soul.
I've gone insane,
Yet flowers bloom
Among the freshly falling snow.
At midnight, when the cock does crow,
The sky turns black
And the sun does glow.
I stare into to the blood red moon
under the techno-colored sky.
As my mind seeps out my ears
and flows to become my tears,
I lie here with the blood of yours
Dripping in my mouth for years,
Becoming someone who I'm not,
yet being what I once thought I was.
My mind, it races
as the last drop disappears
thru the cracks, right to my hell.
My mind is gone.
I do not care.