Mothersound,

What have they done to you?

Your withering away in the cold...



Mothersound!

Once again the world's molested you

And took your soul...



I, have done this for the sound,

Have done this for the sake of you,

The sake of me...

And you can mark my fucking words,

"We aren't a mock-supposed to be",

And we're here to rouse the rabble,





Thanks to you,

We get our ace fix

For Exposing what you are 

and what you've done,

you've poisoned the litter



No better time, than now

To change what has been written;

and what has been taught,

to those who would not have known

better





I, have done this for the sound,

Have done this for the sake of you,

the sake of me,

and you can mark my fucking words,

"We aren't a mock-supposed to be",

and We're here to rouse the rabble.



ooooooohhhhh....





I, have done this for the sound,

Have done this for the sake of you,

the sake of me,

and you can mark my fucking words,

"We aren't a mock-supposed to be",

And we're here to rouse the rabble! x2



(Bass, guitars, and drums finish the song)