Most likely a song about cloning, or some sort of lab grown childhood.  Quiet dark, but beautiful.
The tears of senile childs
I put them on a white hair
throw it in the air, the wet chain
and wish I had a mother
no sun that shines to me
no breast cryed milk to me
in my throat there is a tube
have no navel on my belly
Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother
I could not lick any nipples
and no fold to hide behind
no one gave me a name
made in haste and without sperm
to the mother that never born me
i swear this night
i will bestow her a disease
and after that i will sink it in a river
Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother
Mother ... Mother
in her lungs ther lives an eel
on my face there is a mothersigne
remove it with the kiss of the knife
also if i die of it
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