Mothersound,
What have they done to you?
You're withering away in the cold
Mothersound,
Once again the world's molested you
And took your soul
I have done this for the sound,
Have done this for the sake of you,
The sake of me;
And you, can mark my fucking words;
"We aren't a mock-supposed-to-be"
And we're here to rouse the rabble
Thanks to you,
We get our ace fix
From exposing what you are
And what you have done
You've poisoned the litter
No better time, than now
To change what has been written
And what has been taught
To those who would not have known better
I have done this for the sound,
Have done this for the sake of you,
The sake of me;
And you, can mark my fucking words
"We aren't a mock-supposed-to-be"
And we're here to rouse the rabble
