Mother Superior lyrics

In the clockwork, in the clockwork,

time is never at ease

A frantic sensation is hammering

nails in your spine

Multiple fractions and

muscle contractions will tear

your mind into shreds, cutting your threads

Do you regret you were born?

Take my hands into yours,

dance my senses away

Take my hands into yours,

before mother superior’s home

Monsieur, monsieur you look like

the saint in my dreams

Igniting the flame and carving

my name next to yours

This urban decline is

leaving its sign round my neck

Pulling the noose, tells me I’ll lose

There’s nothing to save

Take my hands into yours,

dance my senses away

Take my hands into yours,

before mother superior’s home

I’m sober, I’m sober, but I wish I was not

A gentle diversion or

a touch of divine I could use

The curtains are closed,

but I still feel exposed to the world

Wishing away somewhere astray

Are you still listening?

Take my hands into yours,

dance my senses away

Take my hands into yours,

before mother superior’s home