hush little baby dont say a word
your already screaming and your not being heard
your laying on the floor in a puddle of red
hush little baby, your already dead
rockabye baby, with designs on your wrist
poor insane baby with a blad ein your fist
your minds going numb becuase you didnt know
your just a piece inna fucked up show
a baby so cold with death in your eyes
still to young to understand all the lies
hush little baby, vision going dull
a blade to your wrist, so young to sell your soul
hush little baby dont you cry
as you die, whisper the cutters lulliby
