Dormant Ordeal - Your Mother-Slave lyrics

Who made me your thing? My son you'd imprisoned me I had my innocence and You Infected me With leprosy of sullage plowed with bomb's plough Sowed by goobers of chimneys My body's old And slack Flames Over your settlement Draft for your cattle flood for your streets My voice is gale Calamity's my fury I had to be your mother Feeding and watering your nation You used to bath your child In my blood you'd mixed With stale of your pride Your deluge recollection Remains of sad times And now you fish out drowned men Storm for your fleet Locust over harvest Famine over progeny My scream is gale Calamity is my rage And you think I am your friend You'd given me a sword Pulling my soul with missiles Squeeze into fumes and smog You cut off my lungs My green burnt out into ash Choked by your fumes Strangled with no breeze You penetrate my body as a parasite