Monday morning a child cries
There's no stop she must die
Die
Grandma digs her nails
In her eye sockets
She desperately looks
For a way to End her cries
She opens a tool box
A circular Powersaw is in her hands
Monday morning a child cries
There's no stop she must die
She takes the powersaw
And cuts her throat off
Blood splatters
Her neck snaps back
There's no breath left
There is silence
Silence
What have I done
I will end my life
Monday morning a child did cry
It has stopped she is dead
She wanted the child to die
She is dead today she is dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Monday morning a child did cry it Has stopped she is dead
She wanted the child to die
She is dead today
She is dead
Dead
Dead
Dead