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 d**h is such a blessing for us. Cut out my wicked eyes. Gift of d**h. 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 d**h is such a blessing for us. Sacrifice. Cut out my wicked eyes. Wicked eyes.