Blood (Holy Father)

As I kneel before you Is silence still a virtue? For I have been screaming until morning comes At the top of my lungs Begging, pleading to the son Hear my prayer Holy Father Bless my mother She's forgotten There is magic in her blood Blood, blood As I lay my body on the altar Do you care? Hear the children voice your name At the top of their lungs Built on centuries of shame Do you care? I shall confess as I bathe in your water At the top of my lungs I offer you this as her daughter A cup of my blood Holy Father Bless my mother She's forgotten There is magic in her blood