[Intro – whispered like a secret] You always liked the sound of your own goddamn voice Now let mine be the last one you hear [Verse 1 – soft piano, slow lullaby rhythm] Close your worthless fucking eyes You’ve ruined enough for one night You rot like royalty in your own decay So sleep now, sweetheart—go drift away You always thought your shit was gold Wrapped in silk and sugarcoat But all your words were razor lies With kiss marks smeared on suicide [Pre-Chorus – quiet spite] Sleep tight, you self-obsessed disease Dream of all the cunts you tried to please [Chorus – slow, melodic, and cruel] Rot like you mean it, baby Sink with that smug little grin You're poison in perfume A carcass wrapped in skin Go on, sleep like you didn’t fuck it all Like your lies weren’t razor-thin Rot like you mean it, darling You always were good at sin [Verse 2 – soft, mocking lullaby tone] You called it love, I called it war You left your stink on every door You bled the truth just for the thrill Then smiled like a saint with blood to spill You kissed me like a bullet sings Said “forever” with broken wings I should’ve left you at the thought But I fucked you instead, and look what I got [Pre-Chorus 2 – venomous whisper] Sleep well, you narcissistic ghost Choke on every “I love you” the most [Chorus – more powerful delivery] Rot like you mean it, baby Drift off, you hollowed-out queen You stabbed with lullabies And smiled while I bled clean Sleep like you're not the worst mistake That ever wore black jeans Rot like you mean it, darling Sleep deep, you filthy machine [Bridge – spoken, cruel intimacy] You always said I was dramatic Well guess what—this is my fucking stage And you? You're the goddamn tragedy That never deserved a second act [Verse 3 – lullaby slow, painfully sweet tone] I hope your dreams are full of teeth And every kiss tastes like defeat I hope you wake up gasping air With no one left to even care I hope your sheets feel cold as stone Like the bed you made, alone alone And if regret ever finds your door I hope it fucks you like I did— But leaves you sore [Final Chorus – whispered and cruel] Rot like you mean it, baby You always had a flair for pain So here’s your curtain call Your prize for every game Sleep like the fraud you are In a bed of rotting fame Rot like you mean it, darling And dream of my fucking name [Outro – final whispered line over music box fade] Sleep well, you magnificent piece of shit.
