At seventeen I heard my calling
To suffocate with my embrace
Murder ten to save a hundred
Drown the whole world in my faith
From a long line I descended
Immaculate an empty womb
And the spur is desperation
Maybe God is desperate too
Too desperate too
Watermarks and lonely places
A private measurement of time
Made-up names and blacked-out faces
I will trace my blood line
My blood line
My blood line
My blood line
My blood line