
Like Mother, Like Child
sskyleaa· 4:37 · 28 plays · v3-preview
- female vocalist
- lo-fi
- raw
- alternative and indie
- emotional
- backing vocals
- melodic
- melancholic
- haunting
- soft
- mellow
- good artist
- keyboard
Lyrics
Verse 1
You handed me the silver, whispered what to do
A dull knife in my fingers, cutting just for you
I thought it was a harvest, a sweet and bitter fruit
But the stain across my knuckles is too heavy to refute
Tell me why the juice is running so thick and so warm
Tell me why the kitchen feels like the center of a storm
Chorus
Oh, mother, why does it hurt this way?
My heart is on the cutting board, my spirit on display
The stove is burning high, but the room is freezing cold
Am I the grand meal that you've bought and you've sold?
You look away from me, you won't even hold my hands
Wash the red away, help me understand
Verse 2
The dining room is empty, the chairs are pulling back
Did they look at the menu? Did they notice what I lack?
Or am I just a offering for the monsters at the door
The ones you always feed until I can't give anymore
Is it because you hate the taste of who I tried to be?
I promise I'll be better if you just look at me
Chorus
Oh, mother, why does it hurt this way?
My heart is on the cutting board, my spirit on display
The stove is burning high, but the room is freezing cold
Am I the grand meal that you've bought and you've sold?
You look away from me, you won't even hold my hands
Wash the red away, help me understand
Bridge
The air smells like failure, the kitchen smells like rot
I gave you every single piece of everything I got
But I am terrified, the steel is close to the bone
Standing in your shadow, completely alone
Take the blade out of my grip, step into the light
Don't let them consume me in the middle of the night
Chorus
Oh, mother, why does it hurt this way?
My heart is on the cutting board, my spirit on display
The stove is burning high, but the room is freezing cold
Am I the grand meal that you've bought and you've sold?
You look away from me, you won't even hold my hands
Wash the red away, help me understand
Outro
I am so scared, mother
Take the knife away
Help me escape the table
Don't make me stay
Save me, mother
Will you?
Will you?
The kitchen goes dark.
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