Temo - Mother III Lyrics

There's no shock like expectations shattered
Not when you have nursed them from the womb
It's like standing at somebody's funeral
But when you blink your eyes,
You're in the tomb
Death forgets the meaning of tomorrow
Agony sets fire to today
But when it's turned to ashes all around you,
There's nothing left standing in your way
So write like it'll fix it
Sing like it'll help
The pain so sharp will carve the dark
With edges forged in hell
Make music to move on
Scream stories to survive
Creation makes you Mother
It's why you're still alive
Creation makes you Mother
So let the dead things lie
As a child, they tell you
What you'll be when you grow up
Then all grown up
We unlearn what they said
But not before the holy war
Of cutting doubt out of our cores
A parasite made fat and cruel
By years and years of dread
Without that extra weight
You can't remember how to walk
So you stay in bed, too scared to move
But you are not their hopes my dear,
Nor the product of your fears -
No you are God Herself,
There's nothing wrong with you
So write, cuz it will teach you
To sing is the first step
You did it once, learned light from dark
It's time to rise again
Make music to move on
Scream stories to survive
Creation makes you Mother
It's why you're still alive
Creation makes you Mother
So let the dead things lie
Mother isn't birth,
Mother's creation,
Mother's light
Mother means you get up every morning
And you fight
Mother means you wrote a song
And sing it to the skies
Mother means you no longer
Say sorry when you cry
Mother is unbridled joy,
It's mourning and it's rage
Mother's when your gut tells you
It's time to turn the page
Mother whispers "Get home safe"
Before you make the drive
Mother is for all of the girls
Who sacrificed their lives
Mother is a steady hand,
A deep breath in the mirror
Mother's when at 3am things feel a little clearer
Mother's making time
When someone tells you that there's none
Mother is pure magic,
Life incarnate, it's the sun
Mother is the backbone,
With less credit than is due
Mother's building empires
Out of ashes, death, and ruin
Mother is the closest thing
We get to what's above
Most of all Mother's
The most ferocious form of love
So write, cuz it will fix it
Sing, cuz it will heal
Aching hearts endure the dark
And come out made of steel
Make music and move on
And let your stories fly
Creation makes you Mother
It's why you're still alive
Creation makes you mother
You are your own damn "why"
Creation makes you Mother
So let the new you try