Reddened thorns and a dark room
Nothing wrong there, it’s safe to assume
The curtain draws closed again, I'm already hopeless
Don't worry, no one will notice

There’s blood pooled on the basement floor
And an ominous stain on that distant door
Over the window closes that black drape
For me there will be no escape

Reddened thorns and a black rose
Where I lie no one can know
What will happen to me, what will remain?
A  pool of blood or unidentifiable stain

Reddened thorns and rusted chains
There's a sickness deep inside my veins
I hear thundering footsteps approaching that distant door
Must I really scream anymore?