Babes In Toyland - 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 anima 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