Glassy eyes, frightened look
Pale face, far removed from happiness
Early adult, was never a child
Was mother's slave, repressed whirlwind
His own will was broken, forbidden to resist
Every no from him was punished
Futile pleading
Subtle, hidden and cold
Mother Violence
Neighbors all look the other way
Just hands off the dirt
Remember, moms are just sweet
Violence never comes from mothers, the fathers are the swines
Step up to the lying club, come in, let the doubt be, don't want to be outside, otherwise you will become the swine
Locked up in the cellar, deportation arrest
At night on the street, so scared to death
Top-Secret blows, was always to blame
Always mental torture, day-to-day turmoil
One day he broke out from home, fled to his good father
Seemed liberated, but next morning a hangover came
Subtle, hidden and cold
Mother Violence
Outwardly quite sweet and nice, she pulled her spider's web around his exile
Youth Welfare fell for her, saw only her saint`s shine
The blind choir sang:
Only fathers can be perpetrators, mothers are so weak and small
Subtle, hidden and cold
Mother Violende
Subtle, hidden and cold
Mother Violence
Subtle, hidden and cold
Mother Violence