Severed Ties and Lost Tongues Iii

Don;t cry my darling It will be over soon Just let me free from this home The recipiants of my wrath will regret so much To the point they wish them dead For you...I'll kill anything Cut the throats of infants unborn to the knowledge Stomp the faces of the wrong ones who pentetrated you in any way The blood machine runs dry with no oil or thirst at all It yet longs for a home to sleep and a shoulder to cry And now, that it's got it, it has no way to use it For you...I'd do anything Just to hear words spill form you lips and tongue "I love you too"