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Twisted Lullaby


Hush my little baby Don't you cry, Just listen to your momma's Twisted lullaby. The bottles on the floor Will triple in your days, And everytime you scream We'll just put you through the haze. But don't worry little baby We won't forget you're there, We'll just beat you till you're blue, And neglect you till you're scared. You will learn how harsh this life is By the time that you are three. You will punish yourself daily Cuz' of daddy and me. All the kids at your school Will be mean and call you names, All because you're weak And you're the only one to blame. And everytime you die I will bring you back to life, So that I can say I'm sorry And then attack you with a knife. Later in your teen years You will look for a way out, But as soon as you are out our door Your down and no one hears you shout. We scraped you off the road You were barely alive, But all you wanted now Was for us to let you die. We punished you for selfishness And threw you in the dark. Finally you decided It was time to leave your mark. So imagine my surprise When I found you by the shelves, Smiling from the rope you used to hang yourself.
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