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, kills 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 steel a life,
Like the passing of the sweetest soul, that looked through human eyes
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
It's the Hand that Rocks the Cradle
It's the hand that steels the life
