My Buried Child

My frozen, empty, violent mind caressed the hidden hair that shines

With liquid lust I left behind your body stained with ruined eyes

I cut the skin, concealed the crimes, with liquid hate I left inside

And loneliness is buried here in rotting holes beneath your fear

Your agony, your twisted struggle, two bodies sink in meat-blood strangled

The smell of death, your tortured gash, enfold me in your mother's arms

Now hold me in your mother's arms

Now hold me in your mother's arms (now hold me in your mother's arms)

Now hold me in your mother's arms (now hold me in your mother's arms)

Now hold me in your mother's arms (now hold me in your mother's arms)

Now hold me in your mother's arms (now hold me in your mother's arms)