Our Darling Daughter You Are Little Cecillia Marie by The Prize Fighter Inferno Lyrics
[Verse 1]
To your knees, this daily passion
Where you don't feel anything
You couldn't raise 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?
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
(You look ill...)
So count to sleep, my dearest Martha
(Should no one know...)
You know you should, but you won't leave Arthur
(You held still...)
Would it not be for you, then please, for the children
'Cause if you won't, they will, if you don't, they will
And maybe for them, maybe them
[Verse 3]
This is the last you'll see 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 our 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
[Chorus]
(Kill again...)
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 soon 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 don't, they will
And maybe for them, maybe them
To your knees, this daily passion
Where you don't feel anything
You couldn't raise 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?
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
(You look ill...)
So count to sleep, my dearest Martha
(Should no one know...)
You know you should, but you won't leave Arthur
(You held still...)
Would it not be for you, then please, for the children
'Cause if you won't, they will, if you don't, they will
And maybe for them, maybe them
[Verse 3]
This is the last you'll see 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 our 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
[Chorus]
(Kill again...)
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 soon 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 don't, they will
And maybe for them, maybe them