Dystopian Omen - Bitter Lullaby

Hush, little one, I'm gonna tell you a story…

In our times happy endings decline
Wolves are real, they sit in red velvet
The priest is a sinner, he fucks the server
Be careful with daddy, he spies when you´re naked

The business man will make you work ‘til down
they say you should thank him for having a job
Police are all bastards if you have no gold
Better carry a knife when you walk alone

Hush, little one, but don't let your guard down
I wish I could tell you a beautiful tale
If they put their hands upon you cut them off
Better in jail than dead on a grave

Hush, little one, but don't let your guard down
I wish I could tell you a beautiful tale
If they put their hands upon you cut them off
Better in jail than dead on a grave

Never be meek
Never be quiet
You owe them nothing

Hush, little one don't let your guard down
Don´t let the monsters catch your flesh

You´ll hear fucking old ones call you depraved
Nasty vicious fag, such a lack of firm hand
Assassins and thieves are now honourable men
And you're a criminal who dared to object

Hush, little one, but don't let your guard down
I wish I could tell you a beautiful tale
If they put their hands upon you cut them off
Better in jail than dead on a grave

Hush, little one, but don't let your guard down
I wish I could tell you a beautiful tale
If they put their hands upon you cut them off
Better in jail than dead on a grave

Hush, little one
Don´t let the monsters catch your flesh
Keep running ‘til the day
we bury them in flames
Keep running ‘til the day
We´ll bury them all in flames
I promise you today we'll bury them all in flames