Daughters

I'm taping up the windows and the doors
I'm nailing all my pretty things to the floor

Eyes like fire, a tempest in the water
Eyes like mine, a temper like your mother's

Daughter, please, it's me
Tell me what you've seen
Daughter, please, spare me
All men's voices screaming
And soon we'll see what you really mean

All the pretty children sharpening their blades
Where my daughter passes only ruins remain

She's walking through the cracks in the walls,
She's walking across the chicken bones on the floor.

Just a little girl, Jesus was a woman
Just a little girl, and – who knew his daughters.

Daughter, please, it's me
Tell me what you've seen
Daughter, please, spare me
All men's voices screaming
And soon we'll sleep in pieces on the street

All the pretty children sharpening their blades
Where my daughter passes only ruins remain

From the edge,
Broke my little girl,
Destroyer of worlds.