Free

Mothers and belief will make you rich So say the doctors and priests Mother abused me when I was weak God stood behind her in line I got a line on a different point of view (As you can well imagine) I caught a break in you Dad like a whipped bitch Was spineless to the core Death has preceded the both of them I wish they'd die 10 times more My trust has witnessed its final blow (Love has no eyes for me) After all that they've killed Soul catchers hanging drying Press silhouettes to the sky I'll be there in time But no thanks to motherhood Take your sights off of me my dear Severance from the family tree I'm free