Waiting, waiting,
waiting for this to end
I'm waiting, waiting
I'm trapped in your hands once again
You are not my Mother
You are not my Father
You are not my friend
You are not my lover
You are not my enemy
You are not my God
I'm trapped in your meaty claws
I'm trapped in this town
I've spent my whole life escaping
but I have been found
I'm waiting, waiting, for you to take me away
But you're never coming are you
so much for my hopeful ways
I am my Mother
I am my Father
I am my friend
I am my lover
I am my enemy
I am my God
Do you know the pain of my past
Do you know the pain of present
Will I posion myself again today,
Will the smoke ever wash away
God if you're out there I need a lifeline
Just something I can call mine
I am not my Mother
I am not my Father
I am not my friend
I am not my lover
I am not my enemy
I am not my God
Yes, it's dark folk. It's grunge. It's heartfelt, honest, amazing. And, yep, there is some doom metal in there. Just enough to send a shiver down your spine with the palpable grief and rage as it sneaks up on you. Rumpel Vim