She finds him by the fire,
His claws of God are dripping with his crimes
He beckons her "Sweet daughter"
The voice that once avenged her younger life

"He's got the voice of a con
The same one who cut down in the name of his God, but took on the robe of a judge,
Without a license to kill without cost
He's not worth it
He's not worth it
He's not worth it
Remember what he did that made you question all the words he cited from the book, the same book that's reeling you home after so many years of silence"

The daughter watches father
As he sleeps and dreams she brings the knife to light
Because she knows he can't go further
He'll never wake to see his daughter cry

"Don't lose control, you will long to go back to this time and rewrite your thought, cause you're about to choose what you called so ironic
It's ironic
It's ironic that you're contemplating murder while I'm educating you in mercy
You say you want, you say you want the means to believe, so don't change who you are, because who you are is how I made you to discover me"

The steel marries his skin
"No! it's not worth it! it's not worth it!"
I cut him down! I cut him down!
"You didn't have to fall! It's your fault! It's your fault!
You lost control and now you long to go back and rewrite your thought
But I won't let you slip away
Not this time
Not this time
This time you're gonna learn what it means to receive the very mercy that you denied when you denied the means to believe
I keep feeding you the fruit that you need but you spit it out to further your doubt"
And now he can't go further
And he'll never wake to see his daughter cry