Autopsy - Praise the Children dalszöveg

Praise the children 
For they bring me great joy 
With their flaps of skin 
Hanging from lifeless faces 

Praise the children 
With their toothless jaws 
Satisfying my darkest thirst 
With their little fingers broken 
Snapped like twigs 

Praise the children 
For they fill me with love 
With their legs cut off 
Crawling with crimson snail tracks 
Screaming all the way 

Praise the children 
With their icepick-punctured eyeballs 
Gelatinous goo dripping down 
Innocent lips sewn shut