Proclimations of Ritual Infanticide

I know that I'm not insane
but the voices they won't go away
I've murdered to ease the pain
but by nightfall they're back again
the ritual drives back the demons in my head
their voices can't haunt me, not once they're dead
this dagger in my hand the key to the silence
left not alone, tiny dead taint the ground
(chorus)
never- never to feel joy
silence- I'll not be their toy
killing- it's always the same
tell me- have I gone insane
I think that you think that I am to blame
but you won't think at all once I've smashed in your face
their skulls make the alter and you're the centerpiece
and like all of them, your breathing will cease
(chorus)