Catching Feathers

If my child die before me
The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings
Eyes alight insanely butchered
Perverse drooling
Horrific beyond restraint

Lord of the dance
Lust is murder
For this brave man
High (high) slaughtering (slaughtering) general
In a white (white) feathered (feathered) army

Mort knows your name, his, before your time
Love to see you suffer
Too much to be called a crime

The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings
Eyes alight insanely butchered
Perverse drooling
You cannot even pray, for you have no God