Oh child, oh child, what have you done?
The blood on your knife says you’ve killed someone!
Don’t touch it, don’t touch it! Don’t hold that blade!
Whenever you smile, it gives you away.
Ah, little ghost. You found your way,
to banish your fear and deny your pain.
Ah, little phantom. You smile and laugh,
Just quench your thirst with your little bloodbath.
Oh child, oh child, what have you done?
The blood on your knife says you’ve killed someone!
Don’t touch it, don’t touch it! Don’t hold that blade!
Whenever you smile, it gives you away.
Ah, angry demon! You scream, you rage,
why don’t they listen to what you have to say?
Ah, but don’t worry, you’ll have your way,
those voice’ll all be silenced someday.
Oh child, oh child, what have you done?
The blood on your knife says you’ve killed someone!
Don’t touch it, don’t touch it! Don’t hold that blade!
Whenever you smile, it gives you away!
