• Your Crimson Lips



    That day I saw I knew it was true,

    Walking by the red blossom knew I need to have you,

    The beauty of your crimson lips, are impossible to resist,

    I needed to have those lips one way or another,

    But the fact that your were my foster mother,

    Made this all the more special, my foster mother was like no other,

    She did her work and was a helper,

    As long as I have known, she has always had that same tone,

    Of crimson lips, I am very fawn of them, like a transparent gem,

    That's hanging on me like a limb, sadly now I must go grim,

    I want those lips to be mine, so I can go into my shrine,

    And honor MY lips that I will receive, so I can be relieved,

    I walked into her room, knowing she was about to meet her doom,

    Her tender sleeping face, I now I can't replace,

    I took the knife and made it red, then dropped it to the ground it was heavy as lead,

    I looked at that woman lying in bed, her eyes shut she's already dead,

    She doesn't matter now I have my prize, even if she had to die,

    But now I cry overjoyed, that I have not destroyed you,

    MY LIPS! MY LIPS! MY LIPS, I run to the roof to see the moon's eclipses,

    I rub the crimson lips on mine, because no one can buy,

    This beauty of lips...

    I dance all over the roof, going loop-D-loop,

    Till i made that one slip and fell into the ditch,

    It didn't matter I had my red lips,

    I don't care I will be greatly miss,

    My life to me, went fast and swell,

    Sadly now I must burn in hell.........