Sick and intervening as she's hiding from the   Shrill and piercing laughter, satisfaction   Guaranteed for all who care to taste   The blade, the blade of slaughtered steel   The blade that wounds upon your naked   Skin and as she breathes her lastingé   Please don't, lay me out in red.      Forest deep and thickening bear witness to   This illing sin, of silence only shattering   To relieve the footsteps in your mall of   Heather stained final breath, you mark is   Made upon youré hallowedé sickness,   Tortured soul of torment, aching sores and   Blistered wasted on your furniture of roses   Please don't, lay me out in red.      And when I'm dead and lingering inside perverted   Memories that scream the taste of violence tastes   Only of the cobwebs spun upon your shell of   Haunting don't forget the eyes of redness spill the   Veins that burst with ecstasy purveying thoughts   Of misery   Please don't lay me out at all!