mother let me sleep in the arms of a traitor
he keeps a knife on my back and his neck on my shoulder

mother said that he was a friend not a stranger
his lips on my skin and a breath full of danger

mother told me he was a friend, and protector
he had chained me to the bed, and then to the altar

mother said i love you as he took me away
not to wake up, until the baby came

mother said sorry when i couldn't deliver
despite all the money that he had given her

mother let me sleep in the arms of a traitor
she may be my mother, but only on paper