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Rock­a­bye baby... High on the rocks Thinking you’re safe, and god knows you’re not Baby is sleeping, unknowing of its fate Far, far down there lies a frozen lake For when the wind blows, the cradle will fall splinter to pieces like a shabby wooden wall Here the wind comes, gentle and sweet Planning the gruesome, drawn­out death the poor baby will soon meet Forward and back, the cradle will rock The wind will softly caress, all the way down until the baby’s skull shatters on the dock From the high rooftops, into the sea No one could hear the poor baby’s screams Rock­a­bye baby, high on the rocks Thinking you’re safe and god knows you’re not
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
rock-a-bye baby
Rock­a­bye baby... High on the rocks Thinking you’re safe, and god knows you’re not Baby is sleeping, unknowing of its fate Far, far down there lies a frozen lake For when the wind blows, the cradle will fall splinter to pieces like a shabby wooden wall Here the wind comes, gentle and sweet Planning the gruesome, drawn­out death the poor baby will soon meet Forward and back, the cradle will rock The wind will softly caress, all the way down until the baby’s skull shatters on the dock From the high rooftops, into the sea No one could hear the poor baby’s screams Rock­a­bye baby, high on the rocks Thinking you’re safe and god knows you’re not
You all know this is a freaking creepy lullaby already- I didn't need to do much
#song#children#creepy#lullabye
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w-winchester
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
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