Roses are red
Red as blood
That'll make a little flood
Pierce my wings
And I'll bleed
With a bit of twinge

Roses are red
Red as wine
Spilled across the table
Like love poured over
Across the table

Roses are red
Red as red
It will not go brass
Unless the blood is filled
Up in a glass
It will only shatter because
Only roses are red

Roses are red
Red as the pink moon
When vampires come out
Hunting and preying
Waiting to drink out of a
Human being

Roses are red
Red as the wound cut across
My back
Like stiches that are opening
And the wounds pour out
Blood marks across my back because
Only roses are red