Childs play with a gun and a knife just to sleep at night with the monsters and the ghosts and bodies that lay underneath their closets for a dream to come and an angel to fall and die

Fall into a world of rot and moss and things with eaten wings beneath burning skies of bruise and green to find a hole that will swallow your soul and spit you out 'cause that's what dreams are all about the end to come and the blood to run from you heart and fill another soul to take and take and make and kill and break and spill you're losing your mind you're losing your mind and you're losing yourself to a world you've made of hate and fear and hate and fear and
Nothing but you

Childs play with a gun and a knife just to sleep at night with the monsters and the ghosts and bodies that lay underneath their closets for a dream to come and an angel to fall and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die

Fall into a world of rot and moss and things with eaten wings beneath burning skies of bruise and green to find a hole that will swallow your soul and spit you out 'cause that's what dreams are all about the end to come and the blood to run from you heart and fill another soul to love and feed your childish dreams

"Childs Play" lyrics and music © Mark Griffin 2008