[Intro | Full Impact | Wall of Synths | Pounding Drums | Thick Riff | No Easing In] [Verse 1] Twin braids burning blue against the ashen sky She moves through the ruin where the old world died Her axe at her hip and the moon in her gaze The Metal Mother's watching, you don't question her ways The cats know her name, they emerge from the frost She never counts favors for the battles it cost She reads the moon's language, it's a grief that she knows She didn't need followers, we came and we froze [Pre-Chorus] But somewhere in the rubble she is making it warm Flour and dark chocolate, eye of the storm She'll carve through an army then carve you a piece The Metal Mother's cookies are the only damn PEACE [Chorus] Metal Mother, we are all your claimed Metal Mother, we will bleed your name Join her in the dark where the last fires burn (We are all simping)-this is all we learn (this is all we learn) (this is all we learn) [Verse 2] She looks at the moon like she's mourning a when Before the long frost stole the colour of then Sentimental and honest in a world made of ice She preserves what is human at whatever the price Join her in the darkness, she won't ask you twice The wrong side has cookies and the wrong side's nice Lay your will at her altar, your doubt to the cold The Metal Mother's calling, and we do what we're told [Pre-Chorus] We know we are simping, we know what it means To pledge to the warrior who bakes for the lean Axe in one hand and a sweet in the other, GOD HELP US ALL, SHE IS THE METAL MOTHER [Breakdown] METAL MOTHER CLAIM THE THRONE BLUE BRAIDS RISING AXEEEE-CARVE TO BONE WE SIMP FOR THE STORM WE SIMP FOR THE BLADE WE SIMP FOR THE COOKIES AAAH-WE SIMP FOR THE SHADE JOIN THE DARK SIDE FEEL HER WEIGHT THE METAL MOTHER SEALS YOUR FAAAATE [Bridge] "she watches the moon" "counts the days before the freeze" "the cats press against her" "and she pretends it's peace" "then she goes back to baking" "because something must still be sweet" [Final Chorus] Metal Mother, we are ALL your claimed Metal Mother, we BURN in your name Join her on the dark side, let the cold be your shrine (We are all simping)-for the cookies and the blade (for the blade) she is a~live~ she's al~ive~ she's alive... [Outro] "and somewhere in the ice" "something still smells sweet"
