| I descended from her witcherous womb
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| From the stun she resided on that hallow moon
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| She clawed the walls as they cut the chord
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| To drown at first breath she was assured
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| Her torturous acts from her gutless tomb
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| Blind eyes they turned as they fled the room
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| Submerged in guilt this wicked shrew
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| As a thorn in her side, so the baby she threw
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| Illness invades the vain of a lady so drenched in pain
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| Cold is a shallow stare, with blood she draws without a care
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| A passion to scald her young, her story remains unsung
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| It’s that loving hand upon your face that keeps you in your place
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| Vicious little bitch, she’d have burnt as a witch
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| As predicted she inflicted with disastrous twist
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| With her malicious tale unsung, she provoked in many tongues
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| They called her lady tyranny
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| Come, mother leave it be, let those demons sleep…
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| Burn mother, let us be… for our loss you shall not reap…
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| For what you cruelly sow… They called you lady tyranny
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| Relives her fears with a skin stained belt, its a feeling like you’ve never felt
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| To watch her flesh and blood deflate, agony reflects glass eyes dilate
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| Remorse an emotion that rarely shows but anger and hate
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| In her cheeks they glow
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| To drown me at birth, a task never done, pray not to wake to the nightmare she
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| spun
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| Vicious little bitch, she’d have burnt as a witch, as predicted she inflicted
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| with disastrous twist
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| With revenge waiting at her door, beating on the child she bore,
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| they called her lady tyranny
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| Come, mother leave it be, let those demons sleep…
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| Burn mother, let us be… for our loss you shall not reap…
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| For what you cruelly sow… They call you lady tyranny
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| The anger biting back at you
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| Just a reflection of life once knew
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| It pains you to admit what you are
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| Parental wounds seep a hideous scar
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| Come, mother leave it be, let those demons sleep…
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| Burn mother, let us be… for our loss you shall not reap…
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| For what you cruelly sow… They blamed you lady tyranny |