Mater Dolorosa 歌词

You've got a mommy problem, I wish you luck you little fuck I am alleviation, I leave you ate my digest style Consider consequences, you'll stretch the truth a country mile False Prophet accusations, the inquisitions still on file 'Cause it's right Before Behind Your eyes You've greased your machinations, I don't see procreation blind My mind's in open season, synapses firing out of line You think you love me dearly, I fear you've told yourself a lie You bathe in hesitation; I'll fall for you some other time I hear it all the time Right! Before Behind Your eyes Sonate pretty ice queen, belief you brought me to my knees She cutting teeth on kether, my anima my Rosemary My Mater Dolorosa, convex the mirror in front of me Belief in divination, static resistance on the 3! 9! 3! 9! 'Cause it's right Before Behind Your eyes