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M​.​O​.​M.

from Cruel Fuel by Seez Mics

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1. M.O.M.
This song is about two women who used pregnancy as emotional currency.

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Money or mom, mom or money.

I kind of like being crazy enough
Making a fuss will make you adjust
I’m too engaging for escaping, the blade didn’t rust
Just the mirror masquerading as us.

I kind of like being crazy enough
That making a fuss will make you adjust to saying it’s love
I’m too engaging for escaping, the blade didn’t rust
Just the mirror masquerading as us
Come on.

And all the boys say: money or mom, mom or money
And all the girls say: money or mom, mom or money
And everything in between: money or mom, mom or money.

Worn out from wearing smiles, I put on my predator eyes
Bored enough to bear a child, come inside me but never arrive
Boarded up and bearing down, less wall more end of the line
Worn out so I wear denials, cash grab and I’m setting my fires.

Lucid as a bank statement
My faith went out with the lights, periods, and late payments
I’m abrasive as a screaming baby, so I scream too saying:
“Fuck me, pay me!”
First to kiss, I’m the last to come
On a paper fist or a plastic tongue
I give no quarter, I ask for none
Only tell my truths for elastic sums
And it runs from the family to bars and shows
Where children die and adults don’t grow
Victimized by time and place
Hypnotized by violence, wait:
Open up the cash register
Only way you gonna catch predators.

Now when I separate god from sin
I disassociate what I did
Then I remember I’m in love with him
And it all comes rushing in
In a flood of fear I can’t avoid
Asleep in a hell built and destroyed
By a godless girl and a cancer boy
Who were all too happy to be Santa’s toys
Oh well, sucks for him
We were better off just as friends
He said something by the jungle gym
“Metal hearts and rusted skin…”
Nothing lasts but the truth, so I trashed all the clues
To the past, then I cashed in my blues
I was honest when I told him, “I’m just glad it was you”
So relax, and hope he never asks me for proof.

Money or mom, mom or money.

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from Cruel Fuel, released September 23, 2014
Lyrics by Seez Mics, music by Max Bent

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