The tears of a crowd of old children
I string them on a white hair
I throw the wet chain into the air
And wish that I had a mother
No sun shines for me
No breast that cried milk
A tube put in my throat
I have no navel in my belly
I string them on a white hair
I throw the wet chain into the air
And wish that I had a mother
No sun shines for me
No breast that cried milk
A tube put in my throat
I have no navel in my belly
Mother, mother! Mother, mother!
I was not allowed to lick a nipple
And no fold to hide in
No one gave me a name
Fathered in haste and without sperm
For the mother that never gave birth to me
Tonight I have sworn
To give her a disease
And afterwards let her sink in the river
Mother, mother! Mother, mother!
An eel lives in her lungs
On my forehead, a birthmark
I remove it with a knife's kiss
Even if I must die
Mother, mother! Mother, mother!
An eel lives in her lungs
On my forehead, a birthmark
I remove it with a knife's kiss
Even if I must bleed to death
Mother
Oh, give me strength
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