Numbers 31:17–18 Songtext
von SOFIA ISELLA

Now kill all the boys
And kill every woman who has had sex with a man
But save for yourselves
The young girls who have not had sex with a man
Save for yourselves
Save for yourselves the virgins
Take the virgin children for yourselves
You good boy, good boy, good boy, good boy

The context is missing, long, long forgotten
Oh, the context, the context is on the milk cartons
But they still fill the bottle for that silhouette of air
The babe will crawl home and suck on excuses and prayers

Context! Context!
There is context to the slaughter
There is a loving good, good reason
God′s quotations kill a daughter

There's a lump under the rug in religion′s house
They will dance and defend anything to keep it from coming out


There's a whore next door, she's your reward
Oh, what could you want, could you want that′s more?
Before her death, I heard her say something
"I′m biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing"

And here they come with their bullets made of Jesus
The muscle of god that will surely defeat us
The bigger question that′s presenting
Is what kind of god are you defending?

The love of a parent that that if you deny
That parent will send you straight down and watch your muscle fry
They will not stop singing and defending that song
Rather find the excuse for massacre than be wrong
Rather ignore the lyrics than stop singing along

There's a whore next door, she′s your reward
Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?
Before her death, I heard her say something
"I′m biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing"

Oh, God says you're such a good boy
Take a child for yourself, for yourself to enjoy
′Cause what God gives, God can take
And give to you with god-given permission to break


Break, break, break
Take, take, take
Good boy, good, good boy, good boy, good boy
Good, good, good, good, good
Good, good, good, good, good
Good, good, good, good, good

Context! Context!
There is context to the gore
Relax your furrowed brow
For the rape was blessed by the lord

There is no need for concern
There is no need for a fight
The drug of god′s permission will help you sleep
Sleep
Sleep at night

There's a whore next door, she′s your reward
Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?
Before her death, I heard her say something
"I′m biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing"

I′m afraid of nothing (whore next door, she's your reward)
I'm afraid of nothing (oh, what could you want, could you want that′s more?)
I′m afraid of nothing (before her death, I heard her say something)

The women are ghosts
They are sheets, they're compliant (I′m afraid of nothing)
God made their voices and demanded their silence (I'm afraid of nothing)
Oh, isn′t it strange? The morality of god (I'm afraid of nothing)
Caters to the ones in control, how strange, how odd

Oh, you good fucking joy of a boy
You good, good, good, fucking good, good, good boy
Take a child, take one, take two, take another
Your reward for obeying is kids and plunder

′Cause what God gives, God can take
'Cause what God gives, God can take
'Cause what God gives, God can take
And give to you with god-given permission to break