We're falling faster than we thought
Throw out the hands, the skirts go up
Now there take this sleeping draught
Label says it'll grow you right up;
It's got a ticket through your veins
And they promise it'll go straight to your heart--
It's the grown up version of fun and games
You wake up and it's back to the start
It's ribbons and flowers and rosy red cheeks
Till the sheets hit your back and you sigh
Crawling out of bed the shame’ll reek
But you're older now and therefore more wise
Because in the naughty corners of our bedtime stories
In the dark, where the secrets lie
There lurks the unspeakable truth and terrible knowledge
When eaten will rot your brain dry
It'll pick at your skin, cause your wounds to fester
Guaranteed to rob you of every last hope
Fray your nerves, craze your gestures
And put on your left knuckle a ring made of smoke
But they'll sit and they'll smile and they'll nod all the while
As they serve you an apple on a plate carved of bone
Feast up little pig, we need you fat and docile
Before we slaughter your innocence to kingdom come