Rock a by Baby up high on the tree top.
You better pray now, because you're going to drop!
But you better suck it up kid, it's a hard-knock life,
with the only thing to look forward to is the edge of a knife!

But with a few moments left, kid, reflect on your past.
Don't get used to it now though, no way will it last!
You'll never see home again, kid, but who cared about you?
With all of that neglect you thought this was the right thing to do!

And forget about her, because she'll be ok,
Her last memory of you, won't be the last thing you say!
"This is the end, world, i'm taking my last breath!
This experiment failed, God, and resulted in death!

You would have made a fine grown-up, but who will know now?
Here is your curtain call, kid, take your last silent bow!
Better hold on tight, kid, because here comes the fall,
And down you go fast kid! hopes, dreams, and all!