Padlock Lullaby (Remastered)

[Intro - whispered] Hush little monster… Don’t you cry. That’s what the locks sang. Soft little clicks like they were saving me. Cute. They should’ve screamed instead. [Verse 1 - low / feral rap] Padlock lullaby, sweet little lie, hanging on the door like it owned the sky. Click, click, hush now, stay in place, smile for the chain with the rust on its face. Every lock had a gentle sound, like “sleep little rage, don’t break this down.” Like “Raven needs better, Raven needs clean,” so they tucked me away where the red lights breathe. I heard them sing through the basement walls, little metal mouths in the corridor halls. Every “be good,” every “stay still,” turned into a note that made me ill. They called it peace. I called it rot. They called me safe when the room got hot. So I learned the song. Then I changed the key. Now every lock in the Red Room sings for me. [Pre-Chorus - rising] Rock-a-bye rage in a room full of doors. Down came the chain, then I came for more. Hush little wound, don’t you make a sound. [Psycho - growled] Too late. I found the ground. [Chorus - screamed / trap-metal drop] PADLOCK LULLABY, SING ME A THREAT. EVERY LITTLE CLICK SOUNDS SWEETER WHEN IT’S DEAD. PADLOCK LULLABY, ROCK ME IN CHAINS. I CRUSHED YOUR PRETTY SONG AND DANCED THROUGH THE REMAINS. HUSH NOW, STAY DOWN, THAT’S WHAT YOU SAID. SO I PUT MY BOOT WHERE THE MUSIC BLED. PADLOCK LULLABY, GO ON, TRY. I DON’T SLEEP FOR LOCKS- I MAKE LOCKS DIE. [Verse 2 - faster / jagged rap] One lock whispered, “This is care.” Two locks promised, “Don’t go there.” Three locks cooed, “You’re safer below.” Four locks begged when I started to grow. By the fifth little lullaby, I knew the trick, sweetness sounds holy when the cage gets sick. By the sixth, I was laughing. By the seventh, I stood. By the eighth, metal tasted so good. I don’t need comfort from a thing with teeth, don’t need mercy from the hands underneath. Don’t need pretty little chains in tune, don’t need lullabies from a locked-up room. Every shackle had a bedtime prayer, every hinge had a nursery stare. But I was not a child. I was not asleep. I was counting the locks with my boots on beat. Aww. You wanted me calm? Then why did you teach me rhythm? [Pre-Chorus 2 - manic build] Click for the silence. Click for the shame. Click for the girl who swallowed my name. Click for the mercy that left me to rot. [Scream] CLICK ONE MORE TIME. SEE WHAT YOU GOT. [Chorus - screamed / heavier] PADLOCK LULLABY, SING ME A THREAT. EVERY LITTLE CLICK SOUNDS SWEETER WHEN IT’S DEAD. PADLOCK LULLABY, ROCK ME IN CHAINS. I CRUSHED YOUR PRETTY SONG AND DANCED THROUGH THE REMAINS. HUSH NOW, STAY DOWN, THAT’S WHAT YOU SAID. SO I PUT MY BOOT WHERE THE MUSIC BLED. PADLOCK LULLABY, GO ON, TRY. I DON’T SLEEP FOR LOCKS- I MAKE LOCKS DIE. [Bridge - whispered / intimate horror] Do you know what a lock sounds like when it thinks it is kind? It sounds like a mother with no hands. It sounds like a prayer with a keyhole for a mouth. It sounds like Raven saying, “This is for the best.” And me? I was underneath it all, wide awake, learning every note. So when the song came back around… I stomped the chorus flat. [Breakdown - full screamo / industrial collapse] NO MORE HUSH. NO MORE SLEEP. NO MORE LOCKS SINGING SWEET. NO MORE CARE WITH A METAL FACE. NO MORE PEACE THAT SMELLS LIKE A CAGE. I AM THE BOOT. I AM THE BREAK. I AM THE THING THE LULL-AH-BYES MADE. I AM THE SCREAM IN THE NURSERY WALL. I AM THE REASON THE CHAINS LEARNED TO CRAWL. SING IT AGAIN. SING IT WRONG. I’LL BREAK EVERY NOTE IN YOUR PRETTY LITTLE SONG. CLICK. CRACK. DROP. DIE. [Layered scream] PADLOCK LULLABY. [Final Chorus - layered screams / huge] PADLOCK LULLABY, SING ME A THREAT. EVERY LITTLE CLICK SOUNDS SWEETER WHEN IT’S DEAD. PADLOCK LULLABY, ROCK ME IN CHAINS. I CRUSHED YOUR PRETTY SONG AND DANCED THROUGH THE REMAINS. HUSH NOW, STAY DOWN, THAT’S WHAT YOU SAID. SO I PUT MY BOOT WHERE THE MUSIC BLED. PADLOCK LULLABY, GO ON, TRY. I DON’T SLEEP FOR LOCKS- I MAKE LOCKS DIE. [Outro - broken music box / whispered] Hush little monster… Don’t you cry. The locks are sleeping now. Under my boots.