This may seem real dark, but I'll confess:
You've not found me in a state that should mean my arrest
It may look gory, my white shirt's a redder shade
Than what it should be, this is not a cause to flip
When you asked me to trust you and I did
There came an implicit kind of contract there within
That you would do the same, no matter what the farce
May look like a reject from an old John Romero set

But I swear that things are fine
No-one that you know is dead
No dead strangers, alright
It's red jelly here, not blood
Red jelly here, not blood, oh-oh-oh
Red jelly here, not blood

Askin' you to trust in me that this
Is a dessert spill and not a botched mafia hit
It may not look that way, given my left arm's gone
And ignore this eyeball, you didn't see it there at all

Caught up in nothin', I'm fine
I'm in no amount of shit
I'm not involved in no crime
It's red jelly here, not blood
Red jelly here, not blood
Red jelly here, not blood
Red jelly here, not blood, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Red mess ain't chunks of brain
Redness I can explain

Red jelly here, not blood
Red jelly here, not blood
Red jelly here, not blood, oh-oh-oh
Red jelly here, not blood, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-ooh-whoa (oh-oh-ooh)
Oh-oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh