Mother, at my first breath

Every paragraph was set

As I inhaled the scent of debt

Mother, that first stolen air

On papers saying I'm not mine



"We crown you, the King of Loss...

Better get on your feet

Best be one of us

Better get yourself on the list

For success

Dress up as a State investment

Charm the press

A breed from the seed of only

One short breath"



Mother, hence we cry:

Some of us are free to stand

Most of us are bound to lie

In those bloodstained beds

No one can afford to pay

The prices on their babies' heads



I am the King of Loss!

For every dear smile I feel I'm not one of us

"An ivory coin for every plus on your stone"



"One more governmental blade

Now drawn from its sheath

Quite a bargain I'd say since either way

You will live by the show of our teeth!"



Mother, I wish that we could talk

You see

I'm not fit to play this game

Bound by its rules just the same

My talents turned to talons

Every monetary pile

Will buy me a precious smile...

smile...



So smile for the King of Loss

Feed from the juices

Bleeding from this cross

Then tell me our lives mean more

Than this vain thirst!



"A governmental blade

Drawn from its private sheath

Quite a bargain I'd say, since either way

You'll be living by the show of our..."



I hold up my head

This was my life

Now I'm with the dead

So I lay my bare neck

This is your call

Dub a king or a wreck



(Mother, listen to me mother)



This was my life

This is your call



Is this all I am? Is this all I'll be?

This is not enough!



We're all crying for respect and attention

We're all dying for a painless redemption!

This is not what I wanted

But for every drop of blood I lost myself

I, too, lay bleeding on the sidewalk...



Mother

Long live the dying king



"A governmental blade

Now drawn from its private sheath

Quite a bargain I'd say, since either way

I will live by the show of your teeth..."