(Chorus) (0:24)
Mirror mirror on the wall
So many mirrors on the wall.
I grab you and stab you and
take your blood and smear it on the wall.
This fun house isn't fun now
Put the gun down. I can hear you down the hall.
Scream all you want, kid.
Why you runnin?
I got somethin to make you calm.

(Verse 1)
Hush little baby don't you cry
Maybe I can sing you a lullaby
then again.. Maybe I
like to hear the sound when a baby cries.
.You beg when I raise the knife.
Prolly should've known you weren't safe tonight.
Camera's shaky. You should stabilize
like that doctor said to me. I'm a crazy guy.
Thump! Thump!
I can see you through the floorboard.
Can't hide in a worn, torn corridor.
..You're prey tonight. Better pray tonight.
Scratch that, motha' fucka' Better forewarn your Lord.
.. How long can you run?
Fifty stab wounds, but it's all in good fun.
You bleed so much.
I could prolly even write a fuckin' song with your blood!


(Chorus)
Mirror mirror on the wall
So many mirrors on the wall.
I grab you and stab you and
take your blood and smear it on the wall.
This fun house isn't fun now
Put the gun down. I can hear you down the hall.
Scream all you want, kid.
Why you runnin?
I got somethin to make you calm.
(Repeat X2)


(Verse 2) (Shh)
Hush little baby don't you cry.
Maybe I can sing you a lullaby.
then again... maybe I
will stab repeatedly 'til I dull the knife.
Things are lookin pretty dull tonight.
..Hey, Fray, can you save a life?
..JK. I'ma take this knife,
and stab into your back 'til I break ya' spine.
.. Eyes are the gates;
Enter into mine; take a ride to the flames.
If you try to escape,
Satan will arrive; wait, that's my fuckin' name.
Let's make silence a game.
Please don't make a sound while you're writhing in pain.

(shhh...
[FUUUUCK]
*snap*)

I can torture, torture.
Take her dead body to the back and torch her.
Force her lover to watch
as he's summonin' God
to help him, but this Hell is helpless.
You fell in-to the dungeons of a felon
hell-bent on maximazing damage.
Disattach your limbs;
I'ma show you fuckers what a savage is. (YA)

(Chorus)
Mirror mirror on the wall
So many mirrors on the wall.
I grab you and stab you and
take your blood and smear it on the wall.
This fun house isn't fun now
Put the gun down. I can hear you down the hall.
Scream all you want, kid.
Why you runnin?
I got somethin to make you calm.
(Repeat X4)

(3:25)
(Outro)
Hush little baby don't you cry;
maybe, I can sing you a lullaby.

Mirror mirror on the wall;
so many mirrors on the wall.

Hush little baby don't you cry;
maybe, I can sing you a lullaby.

I can torture, torture;
take her dead body to the back and torch her.

Mirror mirror on the wall
So many mirrors on the wall.
I grab you and stab you and
take your blood and smear it on the wall.
This fun house isn't fun now
Put the gun down. I can hear you down the hall.
Scream all you want, kid.
Why you runnin?
I got somethin to make you. calm.