The Black Dahlıa Murder - Matriarch Şarkı Sözleri

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Two pairs of headlights cut a night as black as coal
I chase predatorily my prize down these old darkened roads
panic stricken hapless mother fearful for her pregnancy in a grave miscalculation she wildly yanks the wheel into a tree

see that big old god up there
well he don't see me

I've prayed and prayed and gone to church incessantly in a daze I find our newly bleeding host never goes quite as planned this much I know

in violence absolute I vault atop my gasping victim
she screams in fear for two
my knife it's drawn so deadly sharp
in the backseat of her car
an infant is carved into this world not sacredly not carefully
the child in hate belongs to me

see that damned old stork up there?
he won't hear my calls
he won't read my letters man in this womb no life at all that what the doctors said said why even try
I'm shut down and I'm broken deep inside tonight
I'll use this blade to get exactly what I want
the child within you incubating for nine hard-shipped months
the hopeful little angel
bet he looks just like his mom
targeted so carefully in this lottery of sickness you have won
the smell of entrails wrestling the nose
gutted and splayed to hell sweet mommy goes

in violence absolute I vault atop my gasping victim

she screams in fear for two
my knife it's drawn so deadly sharp
in the backseat of her car
an infant is carved into this world not sacredly not carefully
the child in hate belongs to me

oh no the life it's leaving mother's eyes
aren't we surprised
but a mere expense of this night
I've been watching you for weeks
I know what sex the child will be
I know it's the perfect time for me to seize control
in violence absolute I vault atop my gasping victim
she screams in fear for two
my knife it's drawn so deadly sharp
in the backseat of her car
an infant is carved into this world not sacredly not carefully
the child in hate belongs to me

in this heart so destitute there is a void that's lying stillborn on the ground
discarded husk
I thank thee for your work second to none
you'll never know my name
you'll never meet your son
your seed is mine and mine alone
in death this deed be sickly done

see that big old god up there
well he don't see me he don't see me