Drip, drip
The pain leaves my body with each
Carmine drop, drop, drip, drip
And I watch it closely escaping through my skin
Sliding down my wrist
Opaque tears lift my breath
Oh, I can breathe again
When the carmine drops slide down my wrist to hold my hand
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
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Drip, drip, drip, drip
He was my little secret
Like the blade in my trinkets
There's still blood on the sheets
So let the circus begin
Pierrot stopped longing for the moon
Tonight she's all primed, tonight she's all dressed
My carmine drops have turned the moon all red
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
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