fickle; my finger frets for your fables
sickle; it lingers; lets me sleigh Abel
first born; I'm entertained by your murders
Thirst for; Lord, I'm sustained but i heard her;
.....Mother!~Eve!
.....Father!~Concieve!
.....Cain!~Abel!
.....Pained by your fables!
It's a tricked; tether your teeth together
It's sick; whether your weak and weathered
it fits; feathered in the beak and you bleed
its; been severed and you seek what you need;
.....Mother!~Eve!
.....Father!~Concieve!
.....Cain!~Abel!
.....Pained by your fables!
Abel brought flock to your table
incapable you mock Cain in your fables
He harvested the the fruit you've forbidden
molested, your loot, knowledge that's hidden
in flesh the torment we tend to bare
the mess you lent we bend to despair
.....Mother!~Eve!
.....Father!~Concieve!
.....Cain!~Abel!
.....Pained by your fables!
Cain was never good enough for you God!
Sleighn, sever in blood bought for you God!
Abel sucked into the earth, he died for you God!
fables fucked into his birth, he burned for you God!
he harvested the fruit that you had forbidden!
you molested mother, looted, the lis you've hidden!
.....Afraid, afraid we'd be like you!
.....Afraid, afraid we'd be like you!
.....Afraid, afraid we'd be like you God!
.....Afraid, afraid we'd be too much like you God!
Afraid, we'd figure out we were you God?