Letra de Numbers 31:17-18 - SOFIA ISELLA

"Now kill all the boys

And kill every woman

Who has had sex with a man

But save for yourselves

The young girls who have

Not have sex with a man

Save for yourselves

Save for yourselves the virgins

Take the virgin children for yourselves

You good boy, good boy

Good boy, good boy"

The context is missing, long, long forgotten

Oh, the context, the context is on the milk cartons

But they still fill the bottle for that silhouette of air

The babe will crawl home and suck on excuses and prayers

Context, context, there is context to the slaughter

There is a loving, good, good, reason

God's quotations kill a daughter

There's a lump under the rug in religion's house

They will dance and defend anything to keep it from comin' out

There's a whore next door, she's your reward

Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?

Before her death, I heard her say something

"I'm biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing"

And here they come, with their bullets made of Jesus

The muscle of God that will surely defeat us

The bigger question that's presenting

Is, "What kind of God are you defending?"

The love of a parent that if you deny, that parent

Will send you straight down and watch your muscle fry

They will not stop singing and defending that song

Rather find the excuse for massacre than be wrong

Rather ignore the lyrics than stop singing along

There's a whore next door, she's your reward

Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?

Before her death, I heard her say something

"I'm biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing"

Oh, God says, "You're such a good boy

Take a child for yourself, for yourself to enjoy

'Cause what God gives, God can take, and

Give to you with God-given permission to break"

Break, break, break

Take, take, take

Good boy, good, good boy

Good boy, good boy

Good, good, good, good

Good, good, good, good

Good, good, good, good

Good, good, good—

Context, context, there is context to the gore

Relax your furrowed brow, for the rape was blessed by the Lord

There is no need for concern, there is no need for a fight

The drug of God's permission will help you sleep

Sleep, sleep at night

There's a whore next door, she's your reward

Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?

Before her death, I heard her say something

"I'm biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing"

(Whore next door, she's your reward)

I'm afraid of nothing

(Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?)

I'm afraid of nothing

(Before her death, I heard her say something)

I'm afraid of nothing

(God can give innocence, God can take it)

(And give it to a good man to break it)

Ah, ah, ah, ah

The women are ghosts, they are sheets, they're compliant

(I'm afraid of nothing)

God made their voices, and demanded their silence

(I'm afraid of nothing)

Oh, isn't it strange, the morality of God?

(I'm afraid of nothing)

Caters to the ones in control, how strange, how odd

Oh, you good fucking, joy of a boy

You good, good, good, fucking good, good, good boy

Take a child, take one, take two, take another

Your reward for obeying is kids and plunder

'Cause what God gives, God can take

'Cause what God gives, God can take

'Cause what God gives, God can take

And give to you with God-given permission to break

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