Come to Mama

His pride is like a bandage

He's wrapped in a warm cocoon

His pride is just like heroin

He's back inside the womb

His pride is like an ocean

Encircled by a reef

His pride's a hypnotic potion

His memory is a leaf

Her pride is like an armour

A flaming ring of fire

Her pride is like a blindness

An ever tightening wire

Her pride is like a razor

A surgeon's purging knife

Her pride is like a censor

She's slashed out half her life