Outcast with Scarlet Fever

Off through the forest
From the outskirts of town
She won't look up
Her clothing's dirt brown

Her scarlet shame
She wears along with a grin
The only present that
He could give from their sin

Shut your doors and lock your lips
Don't let them see that tear as it dries
Wear your shame with pride
Outcast. Scarlet. Fever.

Her sin still wears
A bloody red dress
That won't cover up
The black hole in her chest

The demons gather
Around with big eyes
Sink their teeth in
Increase it in size