Lets take a moment to think now,
Of the bloody skulls.
Drip, drip, dripping blood.
Crimson red puddles forming beneath.
Drip, drip, dripping blood.
The person it belonged to,
Before it was stripped of its skin and hair,
Before it was stripped or its mask.
Drip, drip, dripping blood.
Could it have been your best friend?
So happy and chearful,
So caring and sweet.
The one who knew all your secrets.
Drip, drip, dripping blood.
Was it the sweet old man down the street?
The one who always gave you a daisy as you walked on.
Who never judged you no matter what you said to him.
Drip, drip, dripping blood.
Maybe it was the weird kid in one of your classes?
The one with greasy hair and an even greasier face.
The one who didn’t make fun of you when you blew up the science class.
Because he knew how much it hurt to be laughed at.
Lets take a moment to think now.
Of the bloody skulls.
Drip, drip, dripping blood.
Crimson red puddles forming beneath.
The person it belonged to,
Before it was stripped of its skin and hair,
Before it was stripped of its mask.
Drip, drip, dripping blood.