[Titel: Mother of darkness] [Intro][publik skriker] [angry singer presentes song] Not all mothers are good you know... here comes a bad one ... "Mother of darkness" [publik skriker] i am pest stuck under your desk you call it blessed yeah, that checks [Verse 1] You pray for an ending in the hollow of your chest chasing that cold permission while bitterness does the rest [PreChorus 1] Holy mother, always looking past the damage, stubborn as a locked front gate, blind to what you back into place [Chorus 1] you defend the cruel and call it care, a dark little creed nobody should wear, common sense gets buried under your command, and every move against you slips through your hand, you shelter the mean and dress it up clean, with a smile that cuts through the middle of the scene, still standing there, all charm and veneer, using fear like a tool, not a frontier [Verse 2] We watched the ones who tried to slow you down, you pulled them close just to wear them out, built on receipts, old grudges, and heat, now their future's a smear on the edge of your street [PreChorus 2] You sold us holiness with a straight face, while the room got smaller, while the air went stale, said we were slipping, said we were next, with a calm little voice and a broken promise text [Chorus 2] you defend the cruel and call it care, a dark little creed nobody should wear, common sense gets buried under your command, and every move against you slips through your hand, you shelter the mean and dress it up clean, with a smile that cuts through the middle of the scene, still standing there, all charm and veneer, using fear like a tool, not a frontier [Bridge] Now dawn comes pale over a house gone cold, the air feels heavy with everything you told [last Chorus] you defend the cruel and call it care, a dark little creed nobody should wear, common sense gets buried under your command, and every move against you slips through your hand, you shelter the mean and dress it up clean, with a smile that cuts through the middle of the scene, still standing there, all charm and veneer, using fear like a tool, not a frontier [outro] mother of the deep still moving, still draining the room without proving
