Beware the stare of Mary Shaw (She had no children, only dolls(And if you see her in your dreams (Be sure you never, everscream, (or she will cut your tongue out at the seamBeware the stare of Mary Shaw Be sure to let your breath withdraw(She had no children, only dolls Make sure you never asleep falls(And if you see her in your dream(Be sure you never, ever scream(or she will cut your tongue out right there at the seam)I tried to be the boy which I never wereAnd the truth to me would never ever occurShe once made me from the scrap that I would use to beShe made my eyes but they were never meant for me to seeAll of my life I have been her slaveShe will pull my strings to the graveIn this casquet shaped like a wooden boyShe trapped me and treats me like a toyHer soul is black, the husk of mrs shawHer flesh is twisted, her mind is rawShe heard my scream and took me for goodShe ripped my limbs and fixed me with woodI'm held together by a couple nails of brassWith teeth of crock and then my eyes made out of glassShe is the puppeteer and I am her propIt's too late and now she will never stopAll of my life I have been her slaveShe will pull my strings to the graveIn this casquet shaped like a wooden boyShe trapped me and treats me like a toyNot once has she ever shunned the use of violenceShe demands but one thing and that is dead silenceBeware the stare of Mary Shaw Be sure to let your breath withdraw(She had no children, only dolls Make sure you never asleep falls(And if you see her in your dream(Be sure you never, ever scream(or she will cut your tongue out right there at the seam)In this casquet shaped like a wooden boyShe trapped me and treats me like a toyNot once has she ever shunned the use of violenceShe demands but one thing and that is dead silence(hush little baby, hush)(be sure you never scream)(be sure you never scream)(hush little baby, hush)In this casquet shaped like a wooden boyShe trapped me and treats me like a toyNot once has she ever shunned the use of violenceShe demands but one thing and that is dead silenceBeware the stare of Mary Shaw (She had no children, only dolls(And if you see her in your dreams (Be sure you never, everscream,or she will cut your tounge out at the seam