原始歌词 (English)
Not a single word can pass through my lips
Not a single word can pass through my lips;
not one will you hear or think to consider,
the child has been chosen and I've been forsaken,
the choice, years and struggle have made me bitter.
It is not envy, how could it? when it was never mine,
it has been placed on a pedestal that can't be knocked down;
despite the fallacy you refuse to budge from, what can I do?
I've been kicked from my place, you drew the line in the sand.
From where I stand, I watch in resentment your plans unfold,
with a mouth sown shut and a mind sealed like a curse,
not a single word can pass through my lips
nor can a single thought be formed to make things worse.
Ah, but in time when you are no more and the child has grown,
I hope for its sake that it has learned all it's been told,
because I don't need a mouth or a mind to do what I do best;
a horrid and eternal torment for the child I most detest.