Go to sleep and close your eyes,
and dream of broken butterflies,
who tore their wings against a thorn.
You know the pain that they've endured.
Dream of blood trickling down,
and wake up before you drown.
Silver metal shine so bright.
Scarlet blood that feels so right.
The moon light shining off your tears,
as you bleed out your worst fears.
In that night you start to cry,
and whisper The Cutters Lullaby.

"Hushaby baby,
you're almost dead.
You don't have a pulse,
and your pillow is red.
Dreamaby baby,
you never knew life would be this hard.
It's time to face the pain you've hid so well,
and down you'll come baby,
straight back from Hell."