Of all my thoughts there has never arisen
One
That hasn't had its origin
From blood red crimson
The vanity it speaks! If only you would listen
My insanity it creeps! About in some deep dark prison
A prison that inspires responses only given
In the form of blood red crimson
Surely God would bring
An end to all such things
As it is written
For he spilled the only blood
The only blood that could be given
How blessed is the blessedness
Of the Lords blood red crimson
One
That hasn't had its origin
From blood red crimson
The vanity it speaks! If only you would listen
My insanity it creeps! About in some deep dark prison
A prison that inspires responses only given
In the form of blood red crimson
Surely God would bring
An end to all such things
As it is written
For he spilled the only blood
The only blood that could be given
How blessed is the blessedness
Of the Lords blood red crimson