Gift of Death

Slaughter the children To protect the father Slaughter the children To protect the father The blood to water The blood to water Aware inside my body Trapped in a pool of blood I dig my fingers in the open sores of the ones who've given up I hear them suffocate They are bloated, a waste of life Relax my hands, it's a blessing Their eyes turn up, I force mine down Relax my hands, it's a blessing Their eyes turn up, I force mine down in the hole The gift of death is such a blessing for us Cut out my wicked eyes Cut out my wicked eyes Gift of death Cut out my wicked eyes A gift is carved to hide the markings on palms A mask could hide the father Blood to water Blood to water Sacrifice like you do your daughters Blood to water Blood to water Their eyes turn up, I force mine down The gift of death is such a blessing for us Sacrifice Cut out my wicked eyes Wicked eyes