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
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 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
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 Cut out my wicked eyes
 Wicked eyes