Free - Second Coming

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 dry

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