To your knees
This daily passion
You don't feel anything
You couldn't raise a knife
Across him
Would you dare ask anyone to
Take away
All the blame
What if you
Aren't responsible
Would it ease
This life a little
To see him
Buried instead
The sweat off your back
Now sticks to the carpet
As he pulls himself
Out from the press
You couldn't ask for a better father
The words once expressed from your mouth
Now eat them away
Or take to the grave
You're a pretty girl, honey
If he would just die
Then I might be happy
Mother
(Kill again)
So count to sleep
My dearest Martha
(Should no one know)
You know you should
But you won't leave Arthur
(Kill him still)
Would it not be for you
Than please for the children
'Cause if you won't they will
If you don't they will
Maybe for them
Maybe them
This is the last
You'll say in the shower
As your blood curves a path
When mixed with the water
I'll do it myself, so it's done
To the right of all ways
I will bury his grave
I'm a pretty girl, funny
Out from the woods
A light burns in shadow
A notice to a girl with a gun
(Kill again)
So count to sleep
My dearest Martha
(Should no one know)
You know you should
But you won't leave Arthur
(Kill him still)
Would it not be for you
Than please for the children
'Cause if you won't they will
If you won't they will
Then maybe for them
Maybe them
So count to sleep
My dearest Martha
You know you should
But you won't leave Arthur
Would it not be for you
Than please for the children
'Cause if you won't they will
If you don't they will
Maybe for them
Maybe them