Mother Love
Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand
That at the end of my arm was my own fucking hand.
In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties.
Little children shouldn't speak until they're spoken to,
They're just another showpiece to show the neighbours who
Can produce the perfect babe with everything in place,
But god help you if you come out without an angel face.
If you haven't got the looks that prove how nice you are,
You'll have failed your duty and that's all you fucking are,
You're just a status symbol that they need to have in life,
Just the proof they need to be the perfect man and wife.
Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand
That at the end of my arm was my own fucking hand.
In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties.
Like a fucking dustbin they fill you up with trash,
And tell you all that life is, is working for some cash,
Life's a competition and you've got to be the best,
So tread on everybody else, forget about the rest.
They tell you to be grateful for what they've done to you,
Like tell you the conditions and pump it into you,
That you really mustn't fail them cos you owe them a debt,
Cos they're the ones that made you and they won't let you forget.
Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand
That at the end of my arm was my own fucking hand.
In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties.
You're not a human in their eyes, you're a novelty.
They don't want you thinking, you'll break the fantasy,
The fantasy that you're the toy providing endless fun,
You're not a human being, you're their daughter or their son.
You bring them lots of happiness when you're very small,
But when you lose those darling looks no-one cares to call,
Cos you're no more the cuddly toy for them to hug and hold,
You're not an individual and they're just getting old.
Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand
That at the end of my arm was my own fucking hand.
In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody ties,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody ties,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody ties,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody lies,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody ties,
I didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody lies.
Amor de Madre
Mamá y papá me poseían hasta que pude entender
Que al final de mi brazo estaba mi propia mano de mierda.
En mi cabeza tenía un cerebro que llenaron de mentiras,
No los necesitaba con su amor y lazos familiares.
Los niños pequeños no deberían hablar hasta que se les hable,
Solo son otro adorno para mostrar a los vecinos quién
Puede producir al bebé perfecto con todo en su lugar,
Pero Dios te ayude si no sales con una cara de ángel.
Si no tienes la apariencia que demuestre lo agradable que eres,
Habrás fallado en tu deber y eso es todo lo que eres de mierda,
Solo un símbolo de estatus que necesitan tener en la vida,
Solo la prueba que necesitan para ser el hombre y la mujer perfectos.
Mamá y papá me poseían hasta que pude entender
Que al final de mi brazo estaba mi propia mano de mierda.
En mi cabeza tenía un cerebro que llenaron de mentiras,
No los necesitaba con su amor y lazos familiares.
Como un puto basurero te llenan de basura,
Y te dicen que todo en la vida es trabajar por dinero,
La vida es una competencia y debes ser el mejor,
Así que pisa a los demás, olvídate del resto.
Te dicen que debes estar agradecido por lo que han hecho por ti,
Como decirte las condiciones y bombeártelas,
Que realmente no debes fallarles porque les debes una deuda,
Porque son quienes te crearon y no te dejarán olvidarlo.
Mamá y papá me poseían hasta que pude entender
Que al final de mi brazo estaba mi propia mano de mierda.
En mi cabeza tenía un cerebro que llenaron de mentiras,
No los necesitaba con su amor y lazos familiares.
No eres humano a sus ojos, eres una novedad.
No quieren que pienses, romperías la fantasía,
La fantasía de que eres el juguete que proporciona diversión interminable,
No eres un ser humano, eres su hija o su hijo.
Les traes mucha felicidad cuando eres muy pequeño,
Pero cuando pierdes esa apariencia encantadora, a nadie le importa llamar,
Porque ya no eres el juguete de peluche para abrazar y sostener,
No eres un individuo y ellos solo se están haciendo viejos.
Mamá y papá me poseían hasta que pude entender
Que al final de mi brazo estaba mi propia mano de mierda.
En mi cabeza tenía un cerebro que llenaron de mentiras,
No los necesitaba con su amor y lazos familiares,
No los necesitaba con su amor y lazos familiares,
No los necesitaba con su amor y malditos lazos,
No los necesitaba con su amor y malditos lazos,
No los necesitaba con su amor y lazos familiares,
No los necesitaba con su amor y malditos lazos,
No los necesitaba con su amor y malditas mentiras,
No los necesitaba con su amor y malditos lazos,
No los necesitaba con su amor y malditas mentiras.