Mater Dolorosa – Babes in Toyland – letras

You’ve got a mommy problem, I wish you luck you little fuckI am alleviation, I leave you ate my digest styleConsider consequences, you’ll stretch the truth a country mileFalse Prophet accusations, the inquisitions still on file’Cause it’s rightBeforeBehindYour eyesYou’ve greased your machinations, I don’t see procreation blindMy mind’s in open season, synapses firing out of lineYou think you love me dearly, I fear you’ve told yourself a lieYou bathe in hesitation; I’ll fall for you some other timeI hear it all the timeRight!BeforeBehindYour eyesSonate pretty ice queen, belief you brought me to my kneesShe cutting teeth on kether, my anima my RosemaryMy Mater Dolorosa, convex the mirror in front of meBelief in divination, static resistance on the 3! 9! 3! 9!’Cause it’s rightBeforeBehindYour eyes