Hey there listeners… have you heard the story of the lady in all red?
The one whose lips are dyed the color of her head.
The hair that hangs down to her shoulders is beautifully scarlet and dyed.
And it’s long like the array of secrets there is to hide.
The Lady with red-stained lips, a secret bloody nose, and a waist fixed to her hips.
The lady with red crimson hair, showing what she bleeds out. And embracing the despair.
“If my lips are already red,” you can’t see if it’s swollen, “if my head is already dyed”, you can’t see if it’s split open.
The Lady in all red, dyed from head to toe. The Lady in all Red, there’s a lot more that you don’t know.
Red like the rage, kept hidden deep inside, red to make up for the lack of hatred and pride.
Pride that one can only wish to claim, but that pride is gone. And now it’s only pure shame.
Shame for the friendships she had chosen to make broken. Shame for the guy she was choking.
Choking by the neck, with a red doggy collar. But like a Loyal dog, he didn’t even try to holler.
Control is a great symbol for those who lack the strength deep inside.
And the Control of others can make up for your lack of strength and pride.
It’s like a Chainsaw, kicking back the feelings of a man. So many secret feelings. And a doggy under her command.
Love made under control can look a little Denji. You start to notice patterns, and unfair ways how some people are stingy.
And those broken relationships, much like the false happiness at home. They’re not easy to fix. And it’ll take a lot to atone.
Even if we all make up, it won’t stop the break up, that hits harder then any past battle scar.
Despite all the future searching wide and far, you won’t be able to find that bright star.
The Guy who made your world go round, but that’s on her for trying to put her doggy in the Pound.
She put that poor hurt doggy in a system, trying to “put him down”.
Spreading vast lies and spreading fear even quicker. With the innocent victimized eyes, and a pale, ghostly face, even sicker.
Instead of healthy looking features, and nice skin glistening. People look in fear and whisper, “Makima Is Listening”.
For the control of this Lady covered in all Red runs faster than the blood dripping from her face.
It’s blinding to those who have seen the real her; it even stings longer than Mace.
And even if you think you’ve escaped. It’s an endless cat and dog chase…
A cat and a dog? Or maybe even a mouse, the bright city lights, or a calm suburban house.
Would you rather be the city rat or the country mouse?
So small and weak, not able to fend for themselves. So the big circle of supporters around her has grown.
The Bloody Lady in all Red, filled with strife and Dread.
Beware staying too close to her, or I promise you’ll end up DEAD.
The one whose lips are dyed the color of her head.
The hair that hangs down to her shoulders is beautifully scarlet and dyed.
And it’s long like the array of secrets there is to hide.
The Lady with red-stained lips, a secret bloody nose, and a waist fixed to her hips.
The lady with red crimson hair, showing what she bleeds out. And embracing the despair.
“If my lips are already red,” you can’t see if it’s swollen, “if my head is already dyed”, you can’t see if it’s split open.
The Lady in all red, dyed from head to toe. The Lady in all Red, there’s a lot more that you don’t know.
Red like the rage, kept hidden deep inside, red to make up for the lack of hatred and pride.
Pride that one can only wish to claim, but that pride is gone. And now it’s only pure shame.
Shame for the friendships she had chosen to make broken. Shame for the guy she was choking.
Choking by the neck, with a red doggy collar. But like a Loyal dog, he didn’t even try to holler.
Control is a great symbol for those who lack the strength deep inside.
And the Control of others can make up for your lack of strength and pride.
It’s like a Chainsaw, kicking back the feelings of a man. So many secret feelings. And a doggy under her command.
Love made under control can look a little Denji. You start to notice patterns, and unfair ways how some people are stingy.
And those broken relationships, much like the false happiness at home. They’re not easy to fix. And it’ll take a lot to atone.
Even if we all make up, it won’t stop the break up, that hits harder then any past battle scar.
Despite all the future searching wide and far, you won’t be able to find that bright star.
The Guy who made your world go round, but that’s on her for trying to put her doggy in the Pound.
She put that poor hurt doggy in a system, trying to “put him down”.
Spreading vast lies and spreading fear even quicker. With the innocent victimized eyes, and a pale, ghostly face, even sicker.
Instead of healthy looking features, and nice skin glistening. People look in fear and whisper, “Makima Is Listening”.
For the control of this Lady covered in all Red runs faster than the blood dripping from her face.
It’s blinding to those who have seen the real her; it even stings longer than Mace.
And even if you think you’ve escaped. It’s an endless cat and dog chase…
A cat and a dog? Or maybe even a mouse, the bright city lights, or a calm suburban house.
Would you rather be the city rat or the country mouse?
So small and weak, not able to fend for themselves. So the big circle of supporters around her has grown.
The Bloody Lady in all Red, filled with strife and Dread.
Beware staying too close to her, or I promise you’ll end up DEAD.
