The dagger slips through the skin br You know that you will win br Oh sweet red rum br The blood drips to the ground br You are careful to make not a sound br Oh sweet red rum br The feeling inside; of hate br By the time they come it will be too late br Oh sweet red rum br The body is still in your hold br You feel the skin go cold br Oh sweet red rum br Again you have stolen life br With the same red tinted knife br Oh sweet red rum br You feel hate no longer, your heart fills with sorrow br For you there will be no tomorrow br Oh sweet red rum br The dagger slips through your skin br You know the knife will always win br Oh sweet red rum br Your blood drips to the ground br You shall not make a sound br Oh sweet red rum br Feeling inside is no longer br For you are no longer br Oh sweet red rumbr br Bethany Maxwellbr br