If piss is yellow then life must be grey. How come they smile when we throw it away. And if it is a colour than it must be sin. And you want to apologise but keep it in. Why worship a god when a mother is a saint. Why worship stone. They give life and take it back. Spit you out but understand. And when their arms are dead how do they sigh. As gentle as the winter that fades by. And some kind of angel appears in her eyes. Or is it just the devil screaming inside. Why give into useless devotion. Truth and beauty love and hate mother and God. They give life and take it back. Spit you out but understand. Stay silent when you want to shout. Give give when we piss it away.