The Blame.

Blame Heaven,

Blame Hell.

Blame whatever you want to

But not me,

Not today.

Bloody spiked visions

Running through my head

I remember all

I forgot nothing,

I want you dead

And this fire to spread.

By the name of dark

Tulips,

Roses,

Orchids,

And Margarits

I'd rather see my soul dead

Because I'm loving you and demons

Instead...