Mother - Painbastard

Mother, your children die

Can’t you hear them cry?

Don’t you see them begging for love

But you let them starve

Mother, it’s your explicit duty

To take care, you are their good fairy

To educate them to bring them up

Cause your children are our future

But when you don’t change your attitude

Our future is counted for lost

And the loss of our future

Means the comedown of our world

Mother, you’ve borne your children

At the same time you took charge of them

To give them love and spend your time

To let them fall into disrepair is capital crime

Mother is not only a word

It means guardian, intimate and support

Breeding begins at home

And so you form the future

That must be your attitude

Otherwise our future is counted for lost

And the loss of our future

Means the comedown of our world

Mother, where are you now?

Mother, take care for your children

Otherwise our future is counted for lost

And the loss of our future

Means the comedown of our world