-The Tortured Girl:

Come inside and lock the door
Your lust and pleasure evermore
Gagged and bound, tied to the ground
The tortured girl won't make a sound
Here to please, too young to tease
The hooded monster underneath
Charged admission for their blood
Their innocence drug through the mud

Come inside and lock the door
Your lust and pleasure evermore
Gagged and bound, tied to the ground
The tortured girl won't make a sound
Here to please, too young to tease
The hooded monster underneath
Charged admission for their blood
Their innocence drug through the mud

-Bye Bye Hands:

She begins her rituals of goodbyes
From the mind of four
She begins her rituals of goodbyes
From the mind of four
Bye bye hands, bye bye feet
Bye bye eyes, bye bye ears
Bye bye legs, bye bye arms
Say goodbye to my body...

-Songs For the Ritually Abused:

Songs for the ritually abused
You don’t even know...

You bring the virgin, I’ll bring the wine
You take the Valium, she’s gonna have a good time
Until she’s mine

Children are conditioned
Starving and left all alone
No one will hear them
No one will answer the phone
Now we're all alone

Songs for the ritually abused
You don’t even know the half of it
Can’t tell you the truth

Shock them 'til they're shaking
An alter starts to emerge
Activate the spirit
Assigned to them by birth
Generation cursed

See the burning candles
Gather the shadows around
Children in a circle
There’s no hope to be found
One of them will drown

Songs for the ritually abused
You don’t even know the half of it
Can’t tell you the truth
Songs for the ritually abused
You don’t even know the half of it
Can’t tell you the truth

Activate the kittens
The men are hungry with rage
Completely destroy them
Then put them all away
Until another day

Songs for the ritually abused
You don’t even know the half of it
Can’t tell you the truth
Songs for the ritually abused
You don’t even know the half of it
Can’t tell you the truth

God’s heart breaks for the ones
Who can’t help themselves
And He has a place to store their tears
There on His shelf
God’s heart breaks for the ones
Who can’t help themselves
And He has a place to store their tears
There on His shelf

Songs for the ritually abused
You don’t even know the half of it
Can’t tell you the truth
Songs for the ritually abused
You don’t even know the half of it
Can’t tell you the truth

Little ones are broken
Crawl up on His lap
He takes broken pieces
And holds them in His hands
He’ll hold you in His hand...