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
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