I see her ugly face behind the surface world Her gift: uneasiness, the never-ending search Even the kids of bliss fall under her sick reign I see their faces twist, I hear their voices wail Don't lay your hands on me, don't let me feel your touch No matter what I find, no way, it ain't enough Don't give this thing to me, your ugly company Just don't you walk with me, I pray to let me be Don't give this thing to me, your ugly company Just don't you walk with me, I pray to let me be No matter what I've reached, there waits the monstrous one There sits the ugly mum, there lurks the graceless hun From Mother Restless' breast I do not want to s** The milk of restlessness, the juice of pure distress I cannot stop to run, I find no hold to rest The things she gives to me are haste and eagerness Don't give this thing to me, your ugly company Just don't you walk with me, I pray to let me be No matter what I've reached, there waits the monstrous one There sits the ugly mum, there lurks the graceless hun Her voice screams inside my head...