What's in the worth of a man?

His thoughts and opinions

His land and dominion

And what's in mine?

Since we are so different

You'd hardly believe that we're kin

What makes a son worthy?

The praises he sings

Or the joy that he brings

And what does that make me?

Half of a fortune?

Half of an omen?

Do I make you think of things that hurt to think about?

Hard to separate your love and hate and bury every doubt

Split your mind in two and feel reality in one

A fire's burning somewhere but there's nothing to be done

Half to your daughter

And half to the slaughter

What do I have to do?

To be human to you

What's in a strategy?

Hatred and liberty, one inner enemy

Is it worth more than me?

The target's all set, risking my neck

Pious men can call for blood of children

Plug your ears and listen

Crowns you choose spew what they like

Hold your nose and close your eyes

Half for your daughter

And half for the slaughter

What do I have to do?

To be human to you

I was promised an empire and handed a gun

I was promised direction and turned towards the sun

I was promised a castle and tossed in a cage

Promised a purpose to settle my rage

I was promised a future and thrown to the wolves

Promised redemption and played for a fool

Promised protection, that I would be spared

'Til I stood in their river and choked on their air

Half of your daughter

For half of the slaughter

Half of your daughter

For half of the slaughter

Half of your daughter

For half of the slaughter

What do I have to do?