(She cried when she found it. Its feathers were matted and pressed to its side. Its wings were no longer able. Still she
begged it to fly. Its body as frail as paper and wet from her tears. She knelt in the damp grass praying it to heaven.
Gently pressing its head to her heart.)

The devil's in the daughter's room [x3]

There will be a second knife, will be a second knife [x4]

She cried when she found it
And he smiled as he watched her
[x2]
She was ever so beautiful...she was ever so

There will be a second knife, will be a second knife [x4]

And he smiled as he watched her
She was ever so beautiful in her sleep
Like father (his son made in his image)
Her eyelids gently closed
Lids concealing all of her dreams
He stood over her bed [x2]
[Background screaming:]
(One deep stab kill the hourglass)
[Background singing:]
(She reached for a dream)

Why god, spilling
???, spilling
Why god, spilling
???, spilling
Why god, spilling
Why god, spilling
Aahhh, spilling

(Let the sand leak slowly from its body
Draw out the time until it breathes its last)