The Black Dahlia Murder - Matriarch (OFFICIAL)

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The Black Dahlia Murder "Matriarch" from the album "Nightbringers".

Matriarch:
Two pairs of headlights cut a night as black as coal
I chase predatorily my prize down these old darkened roads
panic stricken hapless mother
fearful for her pregnancy
in a grave miscalculation she wildly yanks the wheel into a tree
see that big old god up there well he don’t see me
I’ve prayed and prayed and gone to church incessantly
in a daze I find our newly bleeding host
never goes quite as planned this much I know
in violence absolute I vault atop my gasping
victim she screams in fear for two
my knife it’s drawn so deadly sharp
in the backseat of her car an infant is carved into this world
not sacredly not carefully the child in hate belongs to me
see that damned old stork up there?
he wont hear my calls he won’t read my letters
man in this womb no life at all
that what the doctors said
said why even try I’m shut down and I’m broken deep inside
tonight I’ll use this blade to get exactly what I want
the child within you incubating for nine hardshipped months
the hopeful little angel bet he looks just like his mom
targeted so carefully in this lottery of sickness you have won
the smell of entrails wrestling the nose
gutted and splayed to hell sweet mommy goes in violence absolute
I vault atop my gasping victim she screams in fear for two
my knife it’s drawn so deadly sharp in the backseat of her car
an infant is carved into this world not sacredly not carefully
the child in hate belongs to me
oh no the life it’s leaving mother’s eyes aren’t we surprised
but a mere expense of this night
I’ve been watching you for weeks
I know what sex the child will be
I know it’s the perfect time for me to seize control
in violence absolute I vault atop my gasping victim
she screams in fear for two
my knife it’s drawn so deadly sharp in the backseat of her car
an infant is carved into this world not sacredly not carefully
the child in hate belongs to me
in this heart so destitute there is a void that’s lying stillborn on the ground
discarded husk I thank thee for your work
second to none
you’ll never know my name
you’ll never meet your son
your seed is mine and mine alone
in death this deed be sickly done
see that big old god up there
well he don’t see me he don’t see me