Twinkle Twinkle
Twinkle, twinkle little star
You're watching us tear us apart
Down here we wait, we lay in hell
No help, the crude, banned angels fell
Do you hear that sound, do you smell that smell?
The scorched skin of the sinners dwell
And you can hear their voices
And you can hear their stories, their horrors
The night of nose in corners
To find when she turns around they stitched up her mouth
Because they didn't want to hear her cry
And then you go and wonder why
There's murder and violence, an endless list of clients
Who seek a service that will damage us all
Ultimately destined for the fall
And the worst part is the stars are the only ones who saw
Twinkle, twinkle little star
I'm sorry for the sights so far
Apologies won't do us well
We're locked up in this bloody cell
Look left, look right, try to sleep tight
Buried beneath your kryptonite
Hiding from your monsters
And you can hear their stories, their horrors
The way they eat at corners
of all the children who didn't check twice
Underneath all of their beds at night
Oh, never turn out that light
Boogy Man, and blood baths are the ingredients of fright
Pull down your window, leave a chill down your spine
Innocence gone with the wind, passed by
Taken by their inner demons right before they could even blink an eye
You're watching us tear us apart
Down here we wait, we lay in hell
No help, the crude, banned angels fell
Do you hear that sound, do you smell that smell?
The scorched skin of the sinners dwell
And you can hear their voices
And you can hear their stories, their horrors
The night of nose in corners
To find when she turns around they stitched up her mouth
Because they didn't want to hear her cry
And then you go and wonder why
There's murder and violence, an endless list of clients
Who seek a service that will damage us all
Ultimately destined for the fall
And the worst part is the stars are the only ones who saw
Twinkle, twinkle little star
I'm sorry for the sights so far
Apologies won't do us well
We're locked up in this bloody cell
Look left, look right, try to sleep tight
Buried beneath your kryptonite
Hiding from your monsters
And you can hear their stories, their horrors
The way they eat at corners
of all the children who didn't check twice
Underneath all of their beds at night
Oh, never turn out that light
Boogy Man, and blood baths are the ingredients of fright
Pull down your window, leave a chill down your spine
Innocence gone with the wind, passed by
Taken by their inner demons right before they could even blink an eye
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Writer(s): Rachel Schmidt
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