What do you say,
We go out and dig our graves?
It's not long 'til the memories,
Catch up to me.
His hands were wandering,
I wonder if he felt free?
He bribed and toyed,
While I cried, destroyed,
Threatened by shame.
Mommy, why'd you leave me here to stay?
Sweet and high,
His voice was unlike,
The fat hands.
Lullaby, he seemed.
Mommy, why?
Mommy, why?
I even said it to you,
But I was just a kid,
So words and fits,
Were just another thing.
I want to dig up the earth and sink,
Deep into the ground.