Pretty red rivers run down my arms
Dripping down onto my Satanic charms
I kiss the wounds with my beautiful black lips
Then start tracing along them with my fingertips
My black fishnet shirt, tattered and torn
My steel toed boots, duck tapped and worn
Ripped up black pants burst at the seems
Just like in my horrific dark dreams
Short blond hair curtains the shame
All of these slits, and I'm the one to blame
Pale white skin, decorated with scar after scar
Only one wish, but death seems so far
I'm a wreck, or at least I know that now
So let the curtain of life fall as I take one final bow
