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