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Slaughter the children, to protect the father
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 in the hole
The gift of death is such a blessing for us
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
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