Go to sleep, close your eyes
Dream of broken butterflies

That tore their wings against a thorn,
The pain they've suffered since they we're born

Silver metal, shine so bright,
Scarlet blood that feels so right

Dream of blood trickling down,
Just wake up, before you drown

The moonlight shinning off your tears,
As you bleed out of your own fears

So tonight when you start to cry,
Whisper the cutter's lullaby:

Hush-a-bye baby, you're almost dead
You don't have pulse, and your pillow is red

Your family hates you and your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife, it's all you need