Matriarch

歌詞

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 wont hear my calls! He won’t read my letters, man, in this womb no life at all! Thats what the doctors said, so 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 hardshipped 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!