Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star - Shield

epulsive passion is his lovely wedded wife, the girl with the scared eyes is

daddie’s little star.

More imprisoned than in the deepest dungeons, she shivers in a corner,

naked in every way.

Freezing fear emanates with every tearing tear that runs down

the painful expressions of her beaten face.

(

He said:) Come on little star, you

disappoint me, I know you can do better than this.

This little child has been stolen

from her life, he says she wanted.

This little child has been cut open so many times

and ways, so (come here) step back and behold (the result of a sick infatuation;

she

keeps her little secret where no one ever goes, where it tears and gnaws the

most) In the very distant corners of her heart her spirit is lying bleeding on

the floor.

When she was suffocating, gasping for breath, when the white fuzzy carpet was

turning

bloodred you demanded more.

Her spirit is lying dying on the floor.