nothing much to see,
but a sad, sad, girl
in purple polka dots
and her long black curls.
she sorts the sad remains
of her broken baby dolls
such delicate delight
in the red death ball.

but they don't see...

if only for a friend,
maybe one she'd spare
after mommy by her hand,
even daddy didn't care
she locked away the dark
and waited for the day

she could play

there's nowhere [bad word] and no one can [bad word] one [bad word] all
to the red death ball

like pawns in play,
we all fall down [bad word] one come all
to the red death ball

the taste of 23,
the time [bad word] the invitation read:
Drink, Dance, and Fun!
the guests they filled the hall
as she succumbs to lusts for gore

our hostess locked the door...

the screams were heard for miles
the sight no one believed
she dreamed that they would bleed
but dreams can much deceive
the scarlet river flowed
now our villain is free

not one survived...

there's nowhere [bad word] and no one can [bad word] one [bad word] all
to the red death ball

like pawns in play,
we all fall down [bad word] one come all
to the red death ball

and as she danced
they took her down
among what was left of them
(away she went)

but they don't see....

there's nowhere [bad word] and no one can [bad word] one [bad word] all
to the red death ball

like pawns in play,
we all fall down [bad word] one come all
to the red death ball

nothing much to see,
but a sad, sad girl
in purple polka dots
and her long black curls