False Blood Sacrifice

You gaze at him with open eyes
He will serve as the sacrifice
Don't understand what you will do
Only knowing it is good for you
You have been told inside your head
To kill him, join him with the dead
You think it's right and have to give
Away this soul, still in its crib

This "god" of yours has told you
That it needs fresh young blood
You saw your little brother
Thought he'd be good enough
You held the razor near him
Then pushed it to his head
And when the cries had finished
Your brother lay there, dead!

This god of yours won't help you
Silence, thinking what to do
You used to love to play with him
That was before you'd done this sin
This sin called out within your head
Thought you were right in what you did
The voice you thought would help you out
Has vanished and you're left in doubt

This "god" of yours has told you
That it needs fresh young blood
You saw your little brother
Thought he'd be good enough
You held the razor near him
Then pushed it to his head
And when the cries had finished
Your brother lay there, dead!

Once upon a time
There was a little boy
They only called him YOU...
He's always asking "why?"
Then one day he SNAPPED
And silenced all the laughter
And little baby brother
Lived happily ever after

You have no clue what you should do
He lies there, silent, staring at you
His eyes say, "Why, brother, why?"
His dead blue lips say, "Why did I die?"
You used to think that you knew why
And now you know it was all lies
Those lies were forged inside your mind
But answers you will never find

This "god" of yours has told you
That it needs fresh young blood
You saw your little brother
Thought he'd be good enough
You held the razor near him
Then pushed it to his head
And when the cries had finished
Your brother lay there, dead!

Lyrics by Paul Little (1998)