The Crying Game

Twisting and turning through the night she can't sleep
Thoughts of twisted murder fill her mind and haunt her
Screams from within the walls that keep her safe from her mother
And the sharp stab of a knife into a vanity that shocks the world
Static lines drawn by the empathic memories of what could have been
Her mothers corpse crashes to the ground and blood rushes from her temples
And the little girl crawls into the corner of the room and begins to cry

Chorus

This is the crying game/welcome to my little hell
Burnt is the single idea in the dream that anything is real
It's just a fucking dream/nothing more then thoughts from a TV show
Welcome to the crying game/Punk ass do you think it's fun now?
Want me to show you it's all a dream/show you I'm not real?

Blood on her hands she runs through the house/desperately looking (Looking)
Screams growing louder and louder and harder to deny (Deny)
The walls drenched in blood and the words of Satan scream at her (Scream)
Oh how seemless it all looks within the realm of a dream-like state of mind (State of mind)
This is all she needs/Here comes daddy with his swift hand
Run little girl/run like the little bitch that you are

Chorus X2

This is the crying game/welcome to my little hell
Burnt is the single idea in the dream that anything is real
It's just a fucking dream/nothing more then thoughts from a TV show
Welcome to the crying game/Punk ass do you think it's fun now?
Want me to show you it's all a dream/show you I'm not real?

"Come here Daddy/I want to show you something..."/Take her now from this hell
Take her love and take her hate for you/Take it all you bastard

(Bridge)

Stab the knife deeply into to his chest/Screaming his corpse falls
Down and down into the infernal flames of Hell/Welcome home whispers a daunt voice
Shoot up from the bed and look into the mirror little girl/Oh no there's blood all over
All on your hands/Could it be you?
You killed your family in your sleep/welcome to Hell, bitch

Chorus X2