I descended from her witcherous womb 
From the stun she resided on that hallow moon 
She clawed the walls as they cut the chord 
To drown at first breath she was assured 
Her torturous acts from her gutless tomb 
Blind eyes they turned as they fled the room 
Submerged in guilt this wicked shrew 
As a thorn in her side, so the baby she threw 
Illness invades the vain of a lady so drenched in pain 
Cold is a shallow stare, with blood she draws without a care 
passion to scald her young, her story remains unsung 
It's that loving hand upon your face that keeps you in your place. 

Vicious little [bad word]  she'd have burnt as a witch, 
as predicted she inflicted with disastrous twist, 
with her malicious tale unsung, she provoked in many tongues, 
they called her lady tyranny  [bad word]  mother leave it be, let those demons sleep.... 
Burn mother, let us be.... for our loss you shall not reap... 
For what you [bad word] sow...... They called you lady tyranny. 

Relives her fears with a skin stained belt, its a feeling like you've never felt 
To watch her flesh and blood deflate, agony reflects glass eyes dilate 
Remorse an emotion that rarely shows but anger and hate 
in her cheeks they glow 
To drown me at birth, a task never done, pray not to wake to the nightmare she spun. 

Vicious little [bad word]  she'd have burnt as a witch, as predicted she inflicted with disastrous twist, With 
revenge waiting at her door, beating on the child she bore, they called her lady tyranny [bad word]  mother leave it be, let those demons sleep.... 
Burn mother, let us be.... for our loss you shall not reap... 
For what you [bad word] sow...... They call you lady tyranny. 

The anger biting back at you, 
Just a reflection of life once knew, 
It pains you to admit what you are, 
Parental wounds seep a hideous scar.  [bad word]  mother leave it be, let those demons sleep.... 
Burn mother, let us be.... for our loss you shall not reap... 
For what you [bad word] sow...... They blamed you lady tyranny.