Mater Dolorosa Songtext

von Babes In Toyland

You've got a mommy problem
I wish you luck, you little fuck
I am alleviation
I leave you ate my digest style
Consider consequences
You'll stretch the truth a country mile
False Prophet accusations
The inquisitions still on file
'Cause it's right before
Behind your eyes
You've greased your machinations
I don't see procreation blind
My mind's in open season
Synapses firing out of line
You think you love me dearly
I fear you've told yourself a lie
You bathe in hesitation
I'll fall for you some other time
I hear it all the time
Right before
Behind your eyes
Sonate pretty ice queen
Belief you brought me to my knees
She cutting teeth on kether
My anemia, my Rosemary
My Mater Dolorosa
Convex the mirror in front of me
Belief in divination
Static resistance on the 3 9 3 9
'Cause it's right before
Behind your eyes