Are mothers saints

If piss is yellow then life must be grey
How come they smile when we throw it away
And if it is a colour then 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