Mother knows best for the bringer of worlds.
A vortex of spells have pulled him in.
When does he get the day to decide where his momentum's released, and what kind of beast is conceived?
Rise my sea.
Clench fists with air as if it's the throat of your god.
They denied us.
Swear that you will never let go.
Let go.
Let go of gods who don't show their face.
And now the fountain of life runs dry.
And your mill grinds slowly, as it should.
Deities, they'll never give us what we want.
Now go ahead and pray he's on your side.
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides lessers' distant glow.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
They bend; it makes them easy to mold for our gospel's songs.
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides lessers' distant glow.
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides us from our lessers' distant glow.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
Mother knows best for the bringer of worlds.
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Mother knows best for the bringer of worlds.
A vortex of spells have pulled him in.
When does he get the day to decide where his momentum's released, and what kind of beast is conceived?
Rise my sea.
Clench fists with air as if it's the throat of your god.
They denied us.
Swear that you will never let go.
Let go.
Let go of gods who don't show their face.
And now the fountain of life runs dry.
And your mill grinds slowly, as it should.
Deities, they'll never give us what we want.
Now go ahead and pray he's on your side.
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides lessers' distant glow.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
They bend; it makes them easy to mold for our gospel's songs.
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides lessers' distant glow.
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides us from our lessers' distant glow.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
Mother knows best for the bringer of worlds.
A vortex of spells have pulled him in.
When does he get the day to decide where his momentum's released, and what kind of beast is conceived?
Rise my sea.
Clench fists with air as if it's the throat of your god.
They denied us.
Swear that you will never let go.
Let go.
Let go of gods who don't show their face.
And now the fountain of life runs dry.
And your mill grinds slowly, as it should.
Deities, they'll never give us what we want.
Now go ahead and pray he's on your side.
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides lessers' distant glow.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
They bend; it makes them easy to mold for our gospel's songs.
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides lessers' distant glow.
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides us from our lessers' distant glow.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
Mother knows best for the bringer of worlds.
Writer: Artificial Language
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid