William Fitzsimmons - Tide Pulls From The Moon lyrics

So like your Father in the face and blood Terrified and cold And whispers The coming of a cleansing flood For you You hide your Filthy hands from all of us Still unseen and tied What water These k**ing hands could ever clean Still you run I want to be changed from The shadow and the tomb Like water rushing over us The tide pulls from the moon Your mother The pa**ing of a silver ring Oversized and cold This specter Will walk the halls of every seed From you