Your mother kept you safe So safe you weren't born Your mother keeps you still In the mind of the forlorn And never to conceive And never to allow The thought to cross your mind Where is your mother now? And somewhere in a dream Your mother's still eighteen And holding onto this world That we called obscene The union of the snakes With coiled bodies bare Bring scissors for my skin And for your mother's hair She'll never speak your name For fear of looking in To the past that was For that which might have been
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