by Vendetta Red on album Blackout Analysis

If this is your jihad then I am maud'dib If caution cuts your cord I'll sever everything Cause I can't stand hanging out pretending I'm okay Regretting things I did and things I couldn't say Wept

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

When you're broken from the break up, and those cold tears smear your makeup, and you're wishing he made sure you were dead when he left 16 sutures on your throat dear from your left ear to your r

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

He drew a question from a curtain of flies, 'Are there colors in the dreams of the blind?' He knew the answer when you tore out his eyes, 'Does black count?' Flaccid the severed member you clench.

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine meltin' in a pot of thieves wild card up my sleeve thick heart of stone my sins my own they belong to me, me people say "beware!" but I don't care the word

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

Took half your face and both your eyes It left you nothing but paralyzed And mushroom clouds it left behind Our city's crumbling but i don't mind The ether tastes like nausea, A permanent di

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

I've got a secret. A terrible secret. And if I told you would you promise to keep it secret? I just put my head down every time they call my name 'Cause they never understand me anyway. Every ti

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

Imprisoned in perfume I smell her in my blanket when I'm sleeping Strange how they hurt you Stinging memories they break your heart And it's gone so fast The only girl I ever loved is slipping th

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

Hey miscarriage i was hoping you'd catch my white knuckled wave But the umbilical bars of your seraphant cell they're all, "hey now what's that sound?" Machine gun fire in the shantytown. "the amer

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

Fucked on the gurney 'til you're black and blue, by beheaded banshees who cackle and coo. Who'd let a medic of blasphemous birth flavor his meat with the salt of the earth? Cannons and hymnals con

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

Shame rests in hollow circles under all of our eyes. You stole the living air from me and payback is a bitter banshee. At the site of my grave performed their bitter biopsy diva and deviant dic

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

Shoot to kill, She wrapped her legs around my face stripped down she she went down and that's all. And where is art? It's in the tears of the retarded children, when you tell them there'

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

A scream engaged to peel your eyelids back. Her skin like silk, my lips like knives. A marriage of art and atrocity. A sultry silhouette ensemble. Rib into lung. Head on collision. Tooth into t

by Vendetta Red on album Scripture (EP)

The mirror cuts a ghastly shape all hollow eyes sunk in a mask of pallid flesh peering back at me the hours vanish empty days and trembling hands peel last years skin away from new, the glistening s

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

Fear in a frame? Or the picture of a girl? With a gorgonesque stare, her scale covered hair's got a snake in every curl. With her forked tongue and her ash colored eyes, Get you down on the floor, nak

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

Fear in a frame? Or the picture of a girl? With a gorgonesque stare, her scale covered hair's got a snake in every curl. With her forked tongue and her ash colored eyes, Get you down on the floor, nak

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

The last thing I wanna do right now is read your stupid poetry Why cant you just tell me what you really wanna say? You'd clear your conscience with words so weak and empty But something in your eyes

by Vendetta Red on album Songs from Sisters of the Red Death

The last thing I wanna do right now is read your stupid poetry Why cant you just tell me what you really wanna say? You'd clear your conscience with words so weak and empty But something in your eyes

by Vendetta Red on album Sisters of the Red Death

The last thing I wanna do right now is read your stupid poetry Why cant you just tell me what you really wanna say? You'd clear your conscience with words so weak and empty But something in your eyes