Go to sleep, close your eyes.
Dream of broken butterflies,
That tore their wings against a tree.
You know the pain that they endured.
Knowing the silver metal that shines so bright,
And the scarlet liquid that feels so right.
Dreaming of that liquid dripping down,
Wake just before you drown.
The moon light shining off your tears,
As you bleed out your worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry,
Whisper the cutter's lullaby:
Hushabye baby, your almost dead,
You don't have a pulse and your pillows red.
Sleep tight with the knife,
Cause its all that you need tonight.
Rockabye baby broken and scarred,
You would have never thought that life was this hard.
