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mom helps her boy

by Cody Tweedt

AI-generated Metal song · 4:41 · 0 plays · 1 likes

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The house is quiet, the blinds are drawn tight
We’ve got our own little rhythm tonight
You come to me shaking, eyes wide and glazed
Lost in the heat of a desperate haze
You’re heavy with a burden, a weight you can’t hold
A story of hunger that’s waiting to be told
Lay it all down, let the tension unwind
Leave the rest of the world far behind.

(Pre-Chorus)
I see the way you tremble, I see the way you plead
I know exactly what you want, I know exactly what you need
Just a little pressure, a rhythmic, steady beat
Until the surrender is sudden and sweet.

(Chorus)
And you whisper in my ear, a prayer, a plea:
"Fuck my balls, mommy, set the feeling free"
"Fuck my balls, mommy," the only song you sing
While I hold the key to everything
Yeah, "fuck my balls, mommy," let the fever rise
I can see the heaven reflecting in your eyes.

(Verse 2)
It’s a heavy kind of magic, a physical art
The way that your heartbeat thumps against your heart
I’ve got the touch that turns the ache into gold
A secret devotion, a passion uncontrolled
I watch you shudder, I watch you break
Giving me everything, taking all that I take
It’s a cycle of thunder, a crash of the sea
And you’re drifting away, anchored only to me.

(Bridge)
Strike the chord, feel the impact, feel the rush
The sound of the world falling into a hush
Higher and higher, the pressure builds fast
A moment of lightning, a shadow that’s cast
One last surge, one final, crashing wave
This is the sanctuary, this is the cave.

(Chorus)
And you whisper in my ear, a prayer, a plea:
"Fuck my balls, mommy, set the feeling free"
"Fuck my balls, mommy," the only song you sing
While I hold the key to everything
Yeah, "fuck my balls, mommy," let the fever rise
I can see the heaven reflecting in your eyes.

(Outro)
(Slow, rhythmic tempo)
Breathless and broken, you slip through my hand
Back to the earth, back to the sand
The storm has subsided, the fever has flown
A seed of pure pleasure, a seed that we've sown.

(Spoken softly)
Oh, you came for me, my sweet boy.

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