Lyrics:

Let's skirt the issue of discipline
Let's start an illusion with hand and pen
Re-read the words and start again
Accept the gift of sin, the gift of...
Pleasure is bleeding to smother my words
The four walls drain me dry of all imagination
Crying out to be told to stand still
Crying out to be told to stand still

The price of red death is the price of true love
The knights of red death are the knights that you love
The price of red death is the price of true love
The knights of red death are the knights that you love

The black queen jumps through my skin
The king of hearts is waiting
Close to home someone's shooting outside
Trigger finger's itchy - another moving target
More blood on your surplice
More blood for the price of red death
Nailing you to the wall
Nailing you to the Spanish mystic
Nailing you to the wall
Nailing you to the wall
Nailing you to the Spanish mystic
Nailing you to the wall

Three shots ring out to scream
Who wants to play Roman solider that lives inside of me?
Perennial artist, what do you see?
What do you see?
My secret fear of being alone
I sit and hold hands with myself
I sit and make love to myself
I've got blood on my hands, I've got blood on your hands
I've got blood on my hands, I've got blood on your hands
Blood on our hands, blood on our hands
Blood, blood
Blood, blood
Blood, blood
Blood, blood
Blood