You might wonder Scenes going blur Kinda like crimson red plastic sheet Wrapped over your head. White roses aren't white anymore. No need of hiding the Jeffery dahmer inside you That's the only thing that keeps me upto. Resurrect the killer sojourning deep down in your head And don't you dare think of ever redeeming yourself. If you do, I'll be ready to show up at your door with a handful of my own blood in a flask, waiting for a sin to happen.