Lyrics The Black Dahlia Murder

The Black Dahlia Murder

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 won't 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

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

This 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