Our Darling Daughter You Are, Little Cecilia Marie Lyrics - My Brother's Blood Machine - The Prize Fighter Inferno

To your knees, this daily passion 

You don't feel anything 

You couldn't raise the 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 moves 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 

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 

'Cos if you won'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 

A notice to a girl with a gun 

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 

'Cos if you won'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 

'Cos if you won't, they will, if you won't, they will 

And maybe for them, maybe them