Mother, mother
You will sacrifice everyone you were
Mother, mother
You must not expect something in return

You can’t repeat the past
You won’t be borne ceaselessly back
Until you see your whole life flash

Elsewhere, somewhere
Living all of their best little lives
Other Mothers
Having followed some pathways of desire

I am not who I once was
And I’m starting to hear the warnings of
The old woman I will become: she says Freedom!
Freedom to cut straight through it
To evade all of the bullshit

You can’t repeat the past
You won’t be borne ceaselessly back
Until you see your whole life flash

And isn’t it only bad
Compared to what you could’ve had
If you had always followed your own path?
(Who even gets to do that?)

[And if you were not the one to break
Me would I have worse to escape
Love’s hell I built all by myself
At least I gave up on the chase]

You thought I could not get here from there
But I did! Oh I did! and how I regret
The lengths I chose to go to prove
I could have sustained your brood
A remarkable spider devoured —
But first I would have consumed you

I’m still not who I will be
And the more I am pulled the more I beg to be free
Free to cut straight through it
Though it’s bound by blood and glue yet
Something in me splits wide open
When you speak to me of future

[Was there truth in intuition
To be loved and to be human]

Shall I cry one last time
For the death of who I was?

No man is worthy of those tears!
No man is worthy of those tears!