Everything Crimson ( Not Mine...Never Mine )

...The first to love shal know the most of my hate The man's machine she fed me to, I created myself Frankenstein's Monster turned on his master, as did mine Sprayed the homes with my blood, in horrific rain it fell Painting, showering everything crimson around Water to blood, stone to red Henceforth my name will not be spoken but whispered in fear "He we do not speak of" they will know me as The murderers already recognize it, my name For I am at the top of this game The Gein and Jeffery showed John what insanity meant Mr. Zodiac perfected it Now I have rose passed the Ripper and Spike THough I cannot shed this skin I'm in Giving birth to what I know I truly am Suicidal, homicidal, maniacal The man's machine has torn me down Painting everything crimson But not with my blood...never with my blood