Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
I think I know that little girl
I wonder where I've seen her before?
In the cellar down below, I see her playing with a boy
They're having fun!
Screaming and yelling, he's not very nice
Cold his eyes
Oh no! No!
Looks like he's going insane
Pictures in red
Pictures in red
Pictures in red
Pictures in red
Oh, the little boy is dead
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
13 judges on a bench
The little boy is screaming "No it's a mistake!"
"A suicide is what you are"
The judges said "you're going down...you're going down to hell"
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
I think I know that little girl
I wonder where I've seen her before?
In the cellar down below, I see the little girl dressed in blood
And the blood is not her own
Looks like he's going insane again
Pictures in red
Pictures in red
Daddy's hands are squeezing her neck
Pictures in red
The girl is dead
And daddy's got a hole in his head!
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh
Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
It must be a dream, must be a dream from below, oh
