your mom wakes...your mind breaks
you find that all her wiles
and vileness lingers on
when she's along she leads you

she snakes up...she shakes up
she takes your mind
and you do deeds
real acts of fury
she's so string, she leads you

and though inside, she's just stuffin'
no signs of life in this poor dear
she's a dead one
although she lives on it appears

you're haunted...she's heeded
no way you can deceive her
when she says..."your mom knows best"
instinct must lead you

and though inside, she's just stuffin'
no signs of life in this poor dear
she's a dead one
although she lives on it appears

she stays home...you go out
though murdered long ago
she's real enough
to make you snuff
to wrong, she leads you

her skin flakes...her skin cakes
preserved in time
a helpless thing, quite dead
but in your head
you can't forget her

and though inside, she's just stuffin'
no signs of life in this poor dear
she's a dead one
although she lives on it appears