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 an hypnotic potion His memory is a leaf Her pride is like an armour 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