Mother Night

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bury your dead-mother night
When you call that orphanage home,
settled you've for one step above alone inside you.
I think it's well known
there's a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul.
So let go.
The irony of your foster home
isn't lost on me, and I'm not alone.
Who's there to comfort you
when he's bruising your face?
Who's there to comfort you
when you've lost your way
The poison apple
doesn't fall far from the fucking tree.
Assume the barrel is rotten
and so you pick up and leave.
How could you dig up your roots
so fucking easily?
The poison apple
doesn't fall far from the fucking tree.
and so you pick up and leave.
How could you dig up your roots
so fucking easily?
When you call that orphanage home,
you've settled for one step above alone inside you.
I think it's well known
there's a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul.
The irony of your foster home
isn't lost on me, and I'm not alone.
Who's there to comfort you
when he's bruising your face?
Who's there to comfort you
when you've lost your way
The poison apple
doesn't fall far from the fucking tree.
Assume the barrel is rotten
and so you pick up and leave.
How could you dig up your roots
so fucking easily?
The poison apple
doesn't fall far from the fucking tree.
The poison apple
doesn't fall far from the fucking tree.