Oh, those days, oh those days won’t come back

‘cause your mother’s tounge’s around your neck

It chokes you dear, it softly chokes you

And it shows you the wrong view

She poured her black spirit in your ears

Her poisonous words darkened your mind

I’m not like your father, I’m not a beast

Darling, you can’t be so blind

And now, I can see why you flee

But it isn’t me, the enemy

I’ll scream until time grows a thick bark on my soul

Who could give us back the love that your mother once stole

What should I do with my growing rage

My wrath’s swelling since our love is gone

And you did not only lose who I am now

But also who I will become

But it isn’t me, the enemy