Twinkle Little Star of Death

[Intro] [Slow, lonely music box playing "Twinkle Twinkle" in a minor key] [Whispering Little Girl] Twinkle... twinkle... little star... Why did you go dark? [FX Glass shattering, loud industrial bass drop] [Verse 1] [Eerie Whispering Dead Little Baby Girl Rap Flow] I had a nebula captured, a celestial rapture in a glass capture But the light started fadin’, pavin’ a path for a mental fracture The glow turned obsidian, killin’ the meridian of my innocence A cosmic pestilence, drippin’ with the devil’s own benevolence I watched the golden flicker turn to a carbon-fiber rot It whispered through the glass about the family I forgot [Creepy Child Whisper] [Dead Little Baby Girl] Sit real still... be good... I did the best I could... [Verse 2] [Dead Baby Girl Baby Rap] The lid came off and the gravity shifted to a heavy weight It crawled inside her ear, sealin’ every family member's fate I’m the passenger now, drivin’ through the veins of a tiny host Turnin’ a livin’ girl into a hollowed-out, walkin’ ghost White dress, tiny hands, drawin’ hearts in the blood-soaked sand She didn’t mean to do it, but she followed every dark command [Child Lullaby choir, Dead Girl Lullaby choir - Singing sweetly] The Doctor says, “Tell me the truth” So I sing... for you... [Pre-Chorus] [Eerie Child voices underneath her own sound evil] [Rising, Intense Energy] Sweet bell, sweet bone, I was perfect on my own Then the night climbed in, and the little song began The shadows start to crawl, the writing’s on the wall [Little Dead Girl Vocals - Screaming] FEED THE STAR! WATCH 'EM FALL! [Chorus] [Child Choir - High-pitched Child Choir] [Heavy Sub Atomic Bass] Pop! pop! pretty pop! Hold me till I stop! Pop! pop! pretty pop! See me spin and drop! Little star, don’t leave, stay right here with me Pop! pop! pretty pop! Now my smile won’t stop! [Hook 1] [Little Eerie Baby Girl Rap, whisper to Screaming] Twinkle, twinkle, little star, I keep you in my jar Spin around and call my name, I’ll never stay the same Twinkle, twinkle, little star, I know just what you are A black hole in a padded room, a demon in a car! [Verse 3] [Dark, Cinematic Child lullaby Rap] Now she’s waving at the glass, watchin’ all the doctors pass In a paper crown, waitin’ for the shadows in the grass They call her “hush” and “angel,” but her thoughts are all tangled By the time they find the bodies, they’ll be lyrically strangled Painted shoes, black thread, candy pink around her head She’s talkin’ to the star about the people that she wants dead! [Verse 4] [Aggressive Little Girl Child Rap] The star is gettin' hungry, it needs a different kind of wine It wants the blood of those who crossed the spiritual line If you did her wrong, if you caused the little girl the pain The star is gonna use her hands to wash away your stain It allows her to live, it allows her to breathe the air Until it's time to find you and pull you into her lair [Child Lullaby choir- Singing] La-la-la, don’t scream... I’m the softest in the seam... [Bridge] [Tempo: Slows down - Heavy Reverb] [Whispering Child Demoness crazy Vocals] I wave at the glass... while the shadows learn to pass... Therapist, write it down... I can wear my paper crown... [Distorted Child Demoness rap- Growing louder] Then the melody twists! And the room starts to glitch! She's not the girl you knew, she's the void's switch! [Hook 2] [Explosive, Maximum Energy] [Child Whispers] Twinkle, twinkle, little star, I keep you in my jar Spin around and call my name, I stay sweet, I stay the same [Child Eerie Harmony - Creepy] Pop! pop! pretty pop! Hold me till I stop! Pop! pop! pretty pop! Now the blood won't stop! [Outro] [Distorted music box slows down and warps] [Child Singing- Fading out] Twinkle... twinkle... [FX heart rate monitor flatlining, then a sudden "SHHHH!"] SHHHH! Dead Little Baby Girl. POP! DOC! POP! THE freakin Therapist! POP! POP! Hahahahahahahaha... BLOOD! ITS RAINING BLOOD! I MISSED YOU BLOOD! HAHA POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! HAHAHAHAHAH....Yaaaay! I love red finger paint! Thank you Mr. Therapist for letting me have yours! I'll paint a little picture for you right here on your wall! hehehe... Yay I love it, painting, painting, I'm painting for you even though.... your a dead freaking bitch! HAHAHAHAHa.... Dead doctors are good doctors. I'm outta here, bitches! I'm Big Spades little Dead Baby Girl! I love you Daddy! Bye! Bye! Die Die die die die DIE!!!!!! SILENCE! 1919....1919 [End]