Good Morning Sunshine
Such a divine child, leading her life by a "good morning sunshine"
Before I had begun mine, I already heard how she'd sung so fine
When I was in mother's womb, she blessed my ears with a song
She changed the other's gloom into light, she never did the wrong
A sweet saint to the public eye...that is until I came on the earth
Gone was the private club to stick by, just shattered at my birth
I hate to share affection especially since I was Miss Perfection
Now they have a double reflection…two children for protection
Look at him being all cute and shit when he just babbles along
Can I not put him on mute or quit, as they did with rabble's song
Let's suppress the poor they said, I just wish to kill the weaker
Should I warn him of trouble ahead? Yet he tells nil as a speaker
"Why...oh why!!!" is what I scream at night, I am no longer alone
My teeth beg me to bite his head off ... to take back my throne
I considered starting with hurting his precious, little teddy bear
See him glare, does he know? He better wait till I’m ready there
“Oh dear Teddy, please can I cut you slow but steady, can I?”
And blame it all on the baby, a society with another man awry
How I like this evil mind of mine, these tricks it can easily find
To put that creature behind, make it seem as if he’s maligned
Cut, cut, cut: that’s what the scissors do, metallic silver shine
Before I find my bro to slash and send shivers down his spine
Off goes the head, I will leave the scissors at the crime scene
Blood he will shed, I crave to get dirty, call me a grimy queen
“Oh beloved brother, where are you hiding, sweet cheeks?”
I’ll punish like no other, I’ve been practicing my techniques
Now there is no reason to be scared…please come closer
You thought I’d never care but I am your Death’s composer
Go on sweetie, you can smile and point at me all you want
But you are now the only one left for me to endlessly taunt
Let’s see…what should I use, this axe or a piece of string?
Even with my hands covered in blood, I never cease to sing
I’ll sing you a lullaby my dear, as a sort of goodbye I guess
Pray pumpkin, the end is near, I’m nervous I must confess
There she stood, my sweet sister with her sour soul inside
In whom I would confide but that hatred she could not hide
I tried to smile but I got nothing in return but a cold glance
Her eyes lit up, the rage burned in them, I had no chance
My mind raced but I say no way to escape, no way to flea
As the cute, little angel grinned, slowly standing over me
With the rusty knife in her hand but suddenly mom came
She heard my sister’s demand, expressing a calm blame
“Sarah, step away from him right now and get over here!”
But blood splatters on her face made it hard to see clear
She stumbled towards her, too blinded to see mom’s gun
So my life was infected with blood when it had just begun
“Oh honey, do you know where Sarah is?”
No hubby, don’t bother trying to find her
…She’s not there…