I was once the mother of two,
And I'm a mother indeed.
I fill one child's ears with lies and hate,
That keep the glue to her feet.
I use to have a son,
But he screams my calls.
(Screams my calls)
After he spotted the virus,
I just don't feel at all.
I grew nice, but I’ve made a monster.
(It hacks my brains while I sleep)
It will take all of my compassion,
And it’ll replace it with greed.
This blindfold stops me from seeing the fact,
That my son has no home.
And just sings in his band.
Too blind to see his life,
Tip-toeing the edge of this knife.
The very knife I use to attack.
The same knife I use to stab his dad,
In the back.
And I don’t know I’m deranged.
I grew nice, but I’ve made a monster.
(It hacks my brains while I sleep)
It will take all of my compassion,
And it’ll replace it with greed.
And in my hands I hold the dice I roll.
(In control)
Control…
And I’m so bitter,
That I’ll take all my time,
Ensuring he suffers,
Under the minus sign.
I grew nice, but I’ve made a monster.
(It hacks my brains while I sleep)
It will take all of my compassion,
And it’ll replace it with greed.
With greed.