Father Cannot Yell

Look at the place of mine behind the curb

Through the layers found in earthen drift, indeed that is you

And with you, your mother screams, "I am mother"

Woman screams, "I am fertile," and her father can't yell

Rain direction down with stony mind

Created fill the empty river

And you keep remembering mother screaming, "I am mother"

Woman screaming, "I am fertile," and her father

He hasn't been born yet, he hasn't been born yet

All has been forgotten

And the plastic turns to rotten rays and smells

While pointing to the deathly beautiful

Mother, there, in pain, creating

Woman who just lies there waiting, and the father

He hasn't been born yet, he hasn't been born yet

You may drift there if you want to

Luggage fits inside your pocket like a bill

And keep remembering, mother screaming, lost her way

Woman screaming, she won't stay

And her father hasn't been born yet

All has been forgotten

And the plastic turns to rotten rays and smells

While pointing to the deathly beautiful

Mother, who, in pain, creating

Woman who just lies there waiting, and her father

He hasn't been born yet, he hasn't been born yet

He hasn't been born yet, he hasn't been born yet

He hasn't been born yet

All has been forgotten

And the plastic turns to rotten rays and smells

While pointing to the deathly beautiful

Mother, who, in pain, creating

Woman who just lies there waiting, and her father

He hasn't been born yet, he hasn't been born

He hasn't been born, he hasn't been born yet

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And the plastic turns to rotten rays and smells

While pointing to the deathly beautiful

Mother, who, in pain, creating

Woman who just lies there waiting

And the father, he hasn't been born yet