This is
December 17, 2012
Must I
December 17, 2012

Mother

Mother, Mother
I hope everything’s alright
I don’t mean to bother
It’s just that I need U tonight

When my heart starts missing a beat
When the darkness comes to great me
Mother, Mother
Please tell me U might
See me

Something’s broken
And I don’t know what it is
I think it’s a token
That I don’t deserve this

The devil comes and he swallows me whole
The Devil comes when he penetrates my soul
Mother, Mother
How could U be so blind

I will take part of the perfect crime
I will be molded by a twisted mind
And when his “work of art” is complete
I will be like U
I will chose to

Mother, Mother
It must feel good not to blame
Not to discover
Not to feel any shame

When the Devil comes and swallows U whole
That the Devil comes when he penetrates Ur soul
Mother, Mother
How could U be so blind

I will take part of the perfect crime
I will be molded by a twisted mind
And when his “work of art” is complete
I will be like U

Mother, Mother
It must feel good not to blame
Not to discover
Not to feel any shame

When the Devil comes and swallows U whole
That the Devil comes when he penetrates Ur soul

Mother, Mother
How could U be so blind

U did chose to
U did chose to
U did chose to

Lyrics: Lizette von Panajott

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