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That's all
It's just your fate
Get used to it
Testing one two three
Bloody hell is this thing even on Looks like the sedative are beginning to wear off
And right on welcome to the land of the living
I know you
I know you very well
You are probably contemplating your entire existence Am i? Where is that voice coming from? And who does it belong to? Why can't I talk? Why can't I see anything? Oh my blind folded? My wrists bound to a chair
In a room
I cannot see but I know I did not fall to sleep in
See
I know exact
what you're thinking? I know everything about you
Every meticulous detail
I know it's all
I am your god
Now now darling Don't worry
I haven't cut out your tongue yet
But I could I could tear it out of your throat if I wanted to
Relax
You're no fun are you? I am only teasing you
Once the sedative were off, you'll regain the ability to articulate yourself
But I do have some mother advice for you
And mother always knows that
Choose your words
Very carefully
Bad boys is your little brain can imagine punished
I'll tell you where you might be since you're so curious
You might be in a room of fun games, if you behave, but if you so much is disobey me This might be the room where you draw your very last breath
Curiosity my dear son
Curiosity killed the caps
Welcome
Welcome to the play room
Son
I'm your new mother
And you will address me as such? Or I can make you relaxed darling
Please don't try to move oh honey
Your wrists a bound of barb wire
So if you move, It will tear out your flash
Honey
Oh
Did I scare you? Do you not like it when I use my outdoor voice? Well, I don't like it when you use yours either
I don't like it
When you scream, I don't like when you yell
And I really really? Really
Don't like it when you tell me to go to hell Now baby there are some things that I should probably explain to you
Number one, You're not mother's only son
I'm afraid
You say over the decade, mother has collected so many songs in pursuit of finding the perfect one
Oh, and I'm afraid, that the probability if you being the one is slim none
Eyes spy
We my little eye
It's a defiance spirit
And the mother has the tendency to break the spirits
Have to find little things, and always beyond repair
Daughter I want you to enter the Yes, Mother
How you wish mother? Now son, this is the perfect daughter He took him off a very long time to find her
But she everything mother has ever wanted in a daughter
Beautiful, like her mother
Intelligent, like her mother and obedience like her father
And her dog, Yes
We have a dog, german shepherd
Very loyal
Mother's collection is almost complete
Though the only thing that she is missing is perfect son
Daughter yes
Yes, mother
Remove his blind fold
Mother wants to see the look of beer in his eyes
Wow
Look at those b four eyes
My my my such a stern and piercing gaze, can't way
Can't
Wait
So watch you break
Well so she can put you act together again, baby
Now daughter? Why don't she get more your brother, help him relax
My mother visits the other sons As you wish mother? It's you
Mother is always watching
Even when she says she's not
You You must call me sister
You're talking nonsense
I'm I'm not your girlfriend
I I'm not amelia
And If you call me that name, in in front of mother, She will cut out your tongue
You are
Whatever mother wants you to be? And it If you ever stop doing whatever mother wants, Then that means you're broken
So lava tells father to fix you
And if father can't fix you with his tools then
Then mother will dispose of you, Who are you Wrong answer
This is for your own good
Who are you? Wrong again
Are you? That is not who you are
Who are you? Correct
You are whatever mother wants you to be Now mo a task get acquainted
And If we don't, love think where I'm grateful
I'm really getting tired of slapping you silly? I cannot tell you
Mother hasn't given me permission yet
And at this rate, she never will