The devils foot soldier; That's what you turned to be. The one I thought that I could trust; Confuses my memory. You water the flower to feed the roots; Thus only to pluck the petals. It reminds me of how strong you are; Strong like crimson metal.
But that metal rusts, and the flower dies after you've shed them limb by limb. Stripping them down to their naked cores; And exposing their deadly sins.
We're all like flowers, but don't water the roots if you'll only pluck our petals. It'll show the ugly truth inside; Like rusted crimson metal.