The tears of a crowd of very old children
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I string them on a white hair
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I throw the wet chain into the air
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and wish that I had a mother
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No sun shines for me
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there was no breast that cried milk
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there is a tube that sticks in my throat
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I have no navel on my stomach
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Mother
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I was not allowed to lick any nipples
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and there was no fold to hide in
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no one gave me a name
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fathered in haste and without sperm
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For the mother who never gave birth to me
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I have sworn tonight
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I will send her a sickness
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and afterwards make her sink in the river
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Mother
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An eel lives in her lungs
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on my forehead, a birthmark
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remove it with the kiss of a knife
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even if it causes me to die
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Mother
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An eel lives in her lungs
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on my forehead, a birthmark
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remove it with the kiss of a knife
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even if it causes me to bleed to death
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Mother
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Oh give me strength
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Mother
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| Rammstein |
