The Psycho
Chisel away at my pride
You don't know me inside
There's a fire in my eyes
You can see the cold dead lies

Burning from my head to my toes
I need a red not a white
I need a red not a white
I need a red not a white rose

Truth is I don't care
About the face I wear
Love is a thing of the past
My head is cold at last

My soul has finally froze
I need a red not a white
I need a red not a white
I need a red not a white rose

Rose