Knife From My Sleeve - Landmine Marathon

We are the dogs, beaten without any remorse

Skies fill wells with songs of sorrow

Drink from them and become the beast

Dying mothers will leave behind

A filth unlike any other

Father favours his second life

Filthy beasts are left behind

Last cradled by her dead hands

Your wretched flesh must be unborn

Knife from my sleeve

Lying children chained and bare

Like a pack of wild dogs

Do our children burn like trees

Their many tears become the leaves

Change your human form

Hunted like the filth you are

Now open palms to dagger’s touch

Fill the basins with unborn flesh

Tie my bones to the trees and weep red

There a creature carrying spines and black eyes

He’s only given a bed to die in

He is without a soul

And returns to a place of exile

His skin will be hacked by his own hand

He is a son without a father

The son burns like a tree

And is given no name

I will weep beneath his bones

You killed this child without remorse

So now kill me