Splatter - Stolen Babies

Now it had come a time when nothing is aligned

And there is movement somewhere behind

Scattered and lost in doubt, and left to figure out

And when it struck, the mess was disgraceful

Take the knife, don’t let it go for any reason

Twist it in

And get me while I’m turned around

That world is full of itself and full of treason

And you can keep it all

You’re making no mistake

Your treachery could clear the room out, but

Your charm could bring them right back

Swinging every little piece where it’s adored and safe

But your trail is a room and a body splattered

How can you live like that?

Take the knife, don’t let it go for any reason

Twist it in

And get me while I’m turned around

That world is full of itself and full of treason

And you can keep it all

Run to the open arms of the weak and empty

Run to where it’s easy

Run to the open arms of the weak and empty