Let's skirt the issue of discipline

Let's start an illusion

With hand and pen

Re-read the words and start again

Accept the gift of sin

The gift of...

Pleasure is bleeding to smother the words

The four walls drain me dry

Of all imagination

Crying out to be told to stand still

Crying out to be told to stand still

The price of red death

Is the price of true love

The black queen jumps through my skin

The king of hearts is waiting

Close to home

Someone's shooting outside

Trigger finger's itchy

Another moving target

More blood on your surplice

More blood for the price of red death

Nailing you to the wall

Nailing you to the Spanish mystic

Nailing you to the wall

Three shots ring out to scream

Who wants to play Roman solider

That lives inside of me

Perennial artist, what do you see

What do you see?

My secret fear of being alone

I sit and hold hands with myself

I sit and make love to myself

I've got blood on my hands

I've got blood on your hands

Blood on our hands

Blood