little boy dont cry in the spasm of the night little boy dont cry if she would leave for dead little boy dont weep in despair of your grin little boy dont weep into the bloodmachine call me mummy now inside it feels dead
make your nightmare real and your sick now... little boy dont fall it needs a perfect death little boy dont crawl it lies upon this wall little boy dont be what your shadow might be little boy dont pee into the bloodmachine