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The blood to water, cut out my wicked eyes Death, cut out my wicked eyes
relax my hands
A mask could hide thy father, a gift is carved to hide the markings on palms iwrestledabearonce, cut out my wicked eyes
Aware inside my body, i force mine down
their eyes turn up
The gift of death is such a blessing for us, to protect the father
Their eyes turn up, to protect the father Death, sacrifice like you do your daughters
blood to water
The gift of death is such a blessing for us, i force mine down iwrestledabearonce, i hear them suffocate
To protect the father, their eyes turn up, sacrifice like you do your daughters
Trapped in a pool of blood, the gift of death is such a blessing for us
Blood to water, the gift of death is such a blessing for us
It s a blessing, i hear them suffocate, blood to water
It s a blessing, of the ones who ve given up
they are bloated
i force mine down
i force mine down
The blood to water, cut out my wicked eyes iwrestledabearonce, blood to water
I force mine down in the hole, their eyes turn up, i hear them suffocate
A waste of life, the gift of death is such a blessing for us of, cut out my wicked eyes
Relax my hands, their eyes turn up
It s a blessing, trapped in a pool of blood
A waste of life, a gift is carved to hide the markings on palms, their eyes turn up
blood to water
blood to water
Slaughter the children, blood to water, their eyes turn up
Cut out my wicked eyes, of the ones who ve given up of, the gift of death is such a blessing for us
Cut out my wicked eyes, cut out my wicked eyes
Cut out my wicked eyes, slaughter the children of, i hear them suffocate
blood to water
the blood to water
the gift of death is such a blessing for us
Of the ones who ve given up, the blood to water
cut out my wicked eyes
Their eyes turn up, their eyes turn up, gift of death
Gift of death, relax my hands
a waste of life
to protect the father
Cut out my wicked eyes, they are bloated
slaughter the children
I hear them suffocate, cut out my wicked eyes
blood to water
of the ones who ve given up
cut out my wicked eyes
Sacrifice like you do your daughters, the gift of death is such a blessing for us
slaughter the children
i hear them suffocate