Mama, how could you do this to me? I may be blind but I still see red, Do what you want; I don't care if you kill me, I feel like I'm already dead, I am your child yet you watch me cry, Why, why, why, why, why?
I've kept a secret crimson monster, But now I know he's not the monster here, So here I am demanding answers, I see you never held me dear, Mama, how could you stoop so low? No, no, no, no, no.
I'm almost glad that I am blinded, I can't see the horrible things you do, You say I am condemned to hell but I say it's fine; I'm not there with you, My life's my own after you die, Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.