Bloodstains that are beautiful and red,
Let me help you sleep in bed,
Chains that bound you in your sleep,
Hope the cut, isn't too deep.

A gentle wrap, across your mouth,
"How long has it been?" About a month.
A cold hard blade, against the sheets,
Do you belive, I'll set you free?

No windows, no walls,
A door? Down the halls?
Pitter, patter, the sound echoes, it's cold,
Wait a moment, You feel a hold.

Bang, bang, goes the sound,
Thud, thud, the furniture's down,
Uh-oh, you feel a bound,
You hear someone's voice, but it's drowned.