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 thy 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 eyes2