Felicia Boundaries

By the sight of the sun
I will cut off your fucking head
You will not be shown mercy, love, or respect

By the sight of the sun
I will cut off your fucking head
Time to settle your debt
Severed at the neck

I'll stay for everything
No retribution, no pain left
Push it down, bury it deep
Fucking panicked, why don't we be?

How she must have hoped
And how she must have begged
To have a real father
For it to come to an end

I can't come to grips
It makes me sick to my stomach
Supposed to be a father
Not make a little girl suffer

Yeah
There's a price on your head