The Tears Of Greiser Child Crowd I Pull It On A White Hair Werf Into

Air The Wet Chain And Wish Me That I Would Have A Nut/mother



No Sun Me Does Not Shine A Chest Has Milk Cried In My Throat

Puts A Hose Has No Navel On The Belly



Nut/mother, Nut/mother! Nut/mother, Nut/mother!



I Was Not Allowed To Lick Nipples And No Fold For Hiding Nobody Gave

Me A Name Witnessed In Haste And Without Seeds



The Nut/mother Me Never Bore I Tonight Sworn I Become It An

Illness To Give And It Thereafter In The River To Sink



Nut/mother, Nut/mother! Nut/mother, Nut/mother!



In Its Lungs A Aal On My Forehead A Nut/mother Mark Lives Removes It

With Measurer Kiss Even If I To It Die Must



Nut/mother, Nut/mother! Nut/mother, Nut/mother!



In Its Lungs A Aal On My Forehead A Nut/mother Mark Lives Removes It

With Measurer Kiss Even If I Bleeds Must



Nut/mother

Oh Give Me Strength