White dress
Red hands
Candle wax dripping in the cracks of her plans
Rosary teeth
Bite down
Every “bless you”just a way to watch you drown
She folds her palms
You close your eyes
You never see the serpent in her sighs
Mother Mary
Full of lies
Halo made of sharpened knives
Virgin mouth
But funeral eyes
You kiss the cross
She drains you dry
Mother Mary
Hear our cry
Sing us sweetly while we die
She hums old hymns
Paints her sins as little “prayers for him”
Blood in the font
Every “save me”just another soul she wants
She drinks your guilt like sacred wine
Says you’re unclean while she rewrites the signs
Mother Mary
Full of lies
Halo made of sharpened knives
Virgin mouth
But funeral eyes
You kiss the cross
She drains you dry
Mother Mary
Hear our cry
Sing us sweetly while we die
Hail the holy counterfeit
Bridal veil
A spider’s net
Blessed are the hypocrites
For they shall rule the desperate
She marks your throat
With a lipstick crown of thorns
Says “be reborn”
Then leaves you colder than the stone she swore upon
Mother Mary
Full of lies
Halo made of sharpened knives
Virgin mouth
But funeral eyes
You kiss the cross
She drains you dry
Mother Mary
Hear our cry
Sing us sweetly while we die
