Sina Saatana

Life is born, life is murder
All from that same mother death
From start to finish, a little breath
A brief moment leaves you cold in its grasp
The wolf is in sheep's clothing
Tearing apart and leaving behind

A cold eye watches
As life escapes from a tiny body

You drown, you destroy, and you bury
You feed, you love, and you whip
A cruel woman in God's boots
Your soul is a pig that your mind fucks
You laid your son to rest
In a tiny coffin you can carry in your hands
The soul cries, the father cries
Gone is the child who begged for your love

You are not sick, you are the sickness
You who can kill the innocent
Your blood is a manifestation of your dead
Is it the state that kills or your wife's hand, whoa

A moment of silence, it will never happen again
You can run off to play in peace
To where it’s always summer

You Satan, you laid your son to rest
In a tiny coffin you can carry in your hands
The soul cries, the father cries
Gone is the child who begged for your love
You drown, you destroy, and you bury
You feed, you love, and you whip
A cruel woman in God's boots
Your soul is a pig that your mind fucks
You laid your son to rest
In a tiny coffin you can carry in your hands
The soul cries, the father cries
Gone is the child who begged for your love
Mother, what did I do wrong, uh wrong, uh