Mater Dolorosa

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 anemia, 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