Red death Ball

nothing much to see,

but a sad, sad, girl

in purple polka dots

and her long black curls.

she sorts the sad remains

of her broken baby dolls

such delicate delight

in the red death ball.

but they don't see...

if only for a friend,

maybe one she'd spare

after mommy by her hand,

even daddy didn't care

she locked away the dark

and waited for the day

she could play

there's nowhere to run

and no one can hide

come one, come all

to the red death ball

like pawns in play,

we all fall down

so come one come all

to the red death ball

the taste of 23,

the time had come

the invitation read:

Drink, Dance, and Fun!

the guests they filled the hall

as she succumbs to lusts for gore

our hostess locked the door...

the screams were heard for miles

the sight no one believed

she dreamed that they would bleed

but dreams can much deceive

the scarlet river flowed

now our villain is free

not one survived...

there's nowhere to run

and no one can hide

come one, come all

to the red death ball

like pawns in play,

we all fall down

so come one come all

to the red death ball

and as she danced

they took her down

among what was left of them

(away she went)

but they don't see....

there's nowhere to run

and no one can hide

come one, come all

to the red death ball

like pawns in play,

we all fall down

so come one come all

to the red death ball

nothing much to see,

but a sad, sad girl

in purple polka dots

and her long black curls