To your knees with this daily passion.

You don't feel anything.

You couldn't race a knife across him.

Would you dare ask any one to?

Take away all the blame.

What if you're not responsible?



Would it ease this life a little

To see hime buried instead?

The swear off your back

Now sticks to the carpet.



As he pulls himself out from the press,

You couldn't have asked 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.



So count to sleep, my dearest Martha

You know you should, but you won't leave Arthur

Would it not be for you, then 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 time, you'll say in the shower.

As your blood curves a path when mixed with 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,

Unnoticed to girl with a gun.