Eight O' clock I turn off the T.V. Another sick horror flick to haunt me A prime time victim, I'm just eight years old Glued to the set at my brain turns to mold
What distorted messages are they sending? Cause her nightmares seen never ending She sits and rots everynight
How long will these visions rip her? Will she throw her parents into a wood chipper She sits and rots everynight.
Helpless minds, controlled emotions, another kind of brain corrosion. Technological takes it all Biological takes control Loses sleep, dreams of hell. Another night. Dead brain cells Life to her seems so gory, come to mommy It's Bedtime Story.
Nine O' Clock I'm forced to go to bed Got to fight the sandman or i'll be dead Mom and Dad should have Listened to my plee Cause they don't have a clue Of what my eyes seeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
