The Devil Laughs

I can see the rivers of your blood begin to flow. Uh-oh. It's your time to go. Save your tears, the crimson signifies your every woe. Sweet despair as you can you feel you're sinking down below. Uh-oh. It's your time to go. Costive prayers you never seen again the ones you know. If misery loves company, Then welcome to my home. Bare in mind, you came here on your own.