The dolls sit so pretty dressed in frills.
All the while planning to kill.
There blank faces and smiles should give you chills.
Inside them, great evil dwells.
The dolls move about in the dollhouse.
Hear their gleeful calls?
All that lives here or plays with them death befalls.
They sit with unblinking eyes.
Watching and waiting until the lights go out.
Heed the children's shouts and cries.
The dolls have pulled out their tongues and jabbed out their eyes.
Everyone shall die.
The dolls won't stop until they have collected all the souls.
Heads will roll and bones will break.
Hush little children don't go to sleep.
Tucked in your bed nice and tight.
Your in for a deadly night.
The dolls are reaping souls.
They whisper and go in for the kill.
Demonic toys straight from hell.
The evil that fills you with deadly fear.
Hear the dolls they are inching closer, coming near.
Children's laughter disappears.
Screams of fright fill the night.
Tiny little feet pitter-patter across the ground.
The dolls gather around.
Hush little children you shall sleep forever after tonight.
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