Days pass us by as if they were fleeing
Wanting nothing to do with our heathen way of life
Gently tuck the children in and kiss them good night
Then pull out your knife and proceed with your evil doings
The long night ahead will earn tomorrow's wages
Everyday we anoint our heads and hands with blood
Tasting our wickedness as it flows off of our lips and poisens our tongues
This is all we've ever known, all there will ever be
Place the knife under your pillow, rest your head, and slowly drift off to sleep
We can only hope to wake up alive the next morning
Wanting nothing to do with our heathen way of life
Gently tuck the children in and kiss them good night
Then pull out your knife and proceed with your evil doings
The long night ahead will earn tomorrow's wages
Everyday we anoint our heads and hands with blood
Tasting our wickedness as it flows off of our lips and poisens our tongues
This is all we've ever known, all there will ever be
Place the knife under your pillow, rest your head, and slowly drift off to sleep
We can only hope to wake up alive the next morning
