Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Hush now Teeth on the windowsill Clock ticks Waiting for blood to spill (shhh) [Verse 1] They said the world was safe But I seen teeth in smiles Candy in crooked hands White vans outside for miles Cartoons over the scars Fog on the camera lens Every suit shaking hands Same ring, same dead friends They tuck the files to sleep Right where the coffins creak Feed us a glowing screen Hide what they do each week Whispers behind the doors Soft shoes, cold latex gloves Promise it’s for our good Twisting all that we love [Chorus] Ring-around-the-lies we sing All fall down for the same old king Hide-and-seek with the truth at night “Come inside, it’ll be alright” Lullaby of the big machine Rock you deep where the rats all scream Close your eyes when the floorboards groan They don’t care what they call your bones [Verse 2] She hums a brittle tune Knife in her jacket sleeve Reading the headlines slow What kind of god deceives? Names on the dotted line Bodies off camera thrown Silver they trade for trust Ashes they grind to stone “Be who you want,” they chant “Change every part you fear” Mix up the broken hearts Sell ‘em a brand-new mirror Kids in the waiting room Stare at the painted sky Crayons on crumpled forms No one explains the why [Chorus] Ring-around-the-lies we sing All fall down for the same old king Hide-and-seek with the truth at night “Come inside, it’ll be alright” Lullaby of the big machine Rock you deep where the rats all scream Close your eyes when the floorboards groan They don’t care what they call your bones [Bridge] [beat drops to a faint music-box loop] Tiptoe, tiptoe, count to ten Who gets cut and who gets cleansed? Papers, needles, plastic crowns Smile up while they press you down Mama’s voice from a speaker phone “Baby, they’ll fix what’s wrong at home” But the pills stack high on the shelf While the men upstairs praise themselves (yeah) [Chorus] Ring-around-the-lies we sing All fall down for the same old king Hide-and-seek with the truth at night “Come inside, it’ll be alright” Lullaby of the big machine Rock you deep where the rats all scream Close your eyes when the floorboards groan They don’t care what they call your bones
Tags
rap, Brooding horrorcore rap lullaby with eerie music-box plucks, distant children’s choir echoes, and detuned bells; verses trade male and female vocals over a sparse, trunk-rattling low end; hook blossoms into a haunting sing-song melody stacked with sinister harmonies and whispered ad-libs; reverb-drenched atmospherics and subtle risers build a creeping dread that never fully explodes, horrorcore, hardcore, nursery
Duration
2:39
Instrumental
No
Created
3/20/2026