At home, rested, next to cradle with an otherwise, empty womb.

Young girl, kind of tense, her center's takes over her tention

Mother crys your my child, tries to make it notice, tries to feed it's mouth.

The day has come, papers in hand, face the truth, cant deny, soon it's gone

Don't call me mother, not fit to, the test tube kept will remind me
Don't call me mother, not fit to, the test tube kept will remind me
Don't craw to ...

She holds the pen that gave it life, she will...cry again

Don't call me mother, not fit to, the test tube kept will remind me.
Don't call me mother, not fit to be, the test tube kept will remind me.

Don't call me mother, not fit to, the test tube kept will remind me.
Don't call me mother, not fit to be, the test tube kept will remind me.
Don't craw to me

Pay day has come....pay day will come