All the family I have is a family of three.
I will tell you all three, if only to be freed.

One of them is real and hardly ever ceased.
Lies.
Lies.
Lies.
Oh how it must die.

I told you one but the rest are still in the rain.
This one is real, and caused by wanted heartache.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Oh how it leaves me with unbearable strain.

The last one is real and its color is a deep red, filled so in harmless dread.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Oh how it leaves people dead.

So strangers and lovers, you have heard my plea. Satan has got me, now set me free.