To your knees this daily passion, you don't feel anything
You couldn't race a knife across him
But 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 of 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 slow) would it not be for you, then please for the children
'cause if you won't they will, if you don't they will
(if you won't, they will) and 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, unnoticed 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 slow) would it not be for you, then please for the children
'cause if you won't they will, if you don't they will
(if you won't, they will) and 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, then please for the children
'cause if you won't they will, if you won't they will
And maybe for them, maybe them


Lyrics submitted by Street Spirit, edited by SephNite

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