Another lullaby
The sky is filled with razorblades
I can feel them raining down
Cutting me open, feeling me through
As the blood is flowing out
The people under my stairs are watching
Me as I undress my dolls with
Paper dresses and golden curls
Once I wished I was like them
I take another sleeping pill
And watch the world fall into depth
The pictures of skulls they fill my room
Everywhere around there’s death
Reach my cold hands in the desert
Drowned in sands of eternity
My silence kills the world around
And on a bed of thorns I lie
- Singing another lullaby –