Hush little baby, don't say a word.
Where we are, you can't be heard.
Here where no one can hear you scream,
Cowering away from my knives deadly gleam.
Remember this now don't be so rash,
you can't escape with your legs in the trash.
Squirm as you feel the knives every poke,
blood's pouring out in thick crimson coats.
As I become bored with my tool,
I switch over to something more cruel.
You start to beg for it all to be over,
begging me to bring out the revolver.
As you regret your trip to the park,
I only dream of ripping you apart.
As your mind begins to break down,
I grin and eagerly go to town.