Mother Of The Year - Fit For An Autopsy

This is the bottom of the barrel

Love and pain become one and the same

The gift of life

The curse of death

They pay for their lives with their bones and their flesh

Dreams lie like diamond rings

Babies and all the pretty things

And like it always does

The bad just gets worse

Hold them close

Between the worlds

There is sorrow in the sky

I hope it haunts you

Until the day you die

Scream their names into the sky

An innocent soul

We say goodbye

And carve their names into the rock

An innocent heart that world forgot

Show me your true face

Show me how ugly you really are

Mother inferior

Lost voices in fields of ghostly silhouettes

Whispering the words of hell

Ever so softly in the ears of the children

Sending them to sleep in their cradles of ice

Show me your true face

Show me how ugly you really are

Mother inferior

I hope it haunts you

Until the day that you die

The whispers of the children in their cradles of ice