Young life, too young, who's eyes are choking
Can't rest, can't sleep, for dreams that set you falling
Don't feel the hunger, can't drink no holy water
No light in these eyes, no place for dreams at all tonight.!.
When the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that holds the knife
And the knife that cuts the cable is the spark that feeds the life
No grave could be deep enough, down to hell if we were able
The veil of life was pushed aside by the hand that rocks the cradle
The oath you take is sacred, to save not steal the life
Like the ending of the sweetest soul that looked through human eyes
It's the hand that rocks the cradle!
It's the hand that steals the life!