Lucifer can you please untie me?
Can you at least take off my gloves?
I’ve been bound by them,
Chained by them,
As my thoughts raged like spirits

They never realized how I hated it,
Bound by bloody hands,
As I try my hardest not to tear at my happiness
Why oh why
Would you tear at your hands?
Take off your leather gloves,
Little girl look at destruction,
Take off your leather gloves,
Little girl look at destruction

They won’t ever love you,
Cripplied angel, destroyed girl
They mean nothing to you,
How could you?

You loved the crimson,
It was your morphine,
It was to help black out your thoughts,
And happiness

Lucifer can I please throw them away?
Those leather gloves?
They never made me pretty,
But dear God, blood did everything

Take off your leather gloves,
Little girl look at destruction,
Take off your leather gloves,
Little girl look at destruction

Blood was my drug,
And it was in high demand,
But I never let it touch the air,
It was pitiful,
I guess I’ll keep those leather gloves on,
Until I rip them apart off my own hands,
And they’re so dirty and ruined,
that the only beauty now are my bleeding hands,
Bleeding hands and fingers