Mothers and belief will make you rich   So say the doctors and priests   Mother abused me when I was weak   God stood behind her in line      I got a line on a different point of view   (As you can well imagine)   I caught a break in you      Dad like a whipped bitch   Was spineless to the core   Death has preceded the both of them   I wish they'd die 10 times more      My trust has witnessed its final blow   (Love has no eyes for me)   After all that they've killed      Soul catchers hanging drying   Press silhouettes to the sky   I'll be there in time   But no thanks to motherhood      Take your sights off of me my dear   Severance from the family tree   I'm free