22 July 2012
WARNING; Extremely Insane In Every Insanely Mad Way. Darker Then Night. Beware.
Tick, tock, cuckoo clock. Time is running out.
Bleeding, bleeding, breakfast feeding, Slice and dice throught.
Shattered glass, huddled mass, Of a child, underfed.
Mother's insane, carries a cane, To knock the child dead.
Knife in hand, red as crayon, The oldest child runs,
To her bed, lock the shed, Before the mad mum comes.
The womans screaming, teapots gleaming, The dead's breakfast, on the table.
She kicks and shouts, cuts phone lines out, So her lifelines disabled.
Tick, tock, cuckoo clock, Mother smashes that.
Mother lies, the child cries, Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.
Cry all you want, the mother flaunts, I've done all that I could.
For hope is gone, you little fawn, And mother's gone for good.
Tick, tock, cuckoo clock Splattered with young blood.
Bleeding, bleeding, breakfast feeding, Mother makes a flood.
So mother drowns, oldest screams loud, Get mums head out of sink.
The young ones dead, missing there heads, Insanity, oldest's brink.
Tick, tock, cuckoo clock. Oldest grabs the knife.
Bleeding, bleeding, breakfast feeding, Oldest Ends Her Life.
Tick Tock... Bleed. • Opuss № I