The moonlight's shining off your tears,
As you bleed out your own worst fears,
So tonight when you start to cry,
Whisper the cuttlers' lullaby.

Hushabye baby,you're almost dead,
You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red,
Your family hates you, & your friends let you bleed,
Sleep thight with a knife, cause that it's all that you need

Rockabye baby, broken and scarred,
You didn't know that life would be so hard,
Time to end the pain that you hid so well,
And down will come, straight back to hell.