Disclaimer: Don't own SA
Song is Mama by My Chemical Romance. (Don't own either)
Prompt: K for Kin
Rating: K+/T (K+ for story, T for lyrics)
Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama, we all go to hell.
You close your eyes, fix your collar, put on that mask. Open the door, remove your shoes, hang up your coat. Your sister smiles at you, you smile back, but guilt fills your entire body.
Mütti calls you into the kitchen. She asks about your day.
Oh, well, now,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
You shrug, and answer the normal. Georg fell asleep, Otto forgot his homework, Bobby got yelled at for wearing khakis instead of his school pants, oh, you're also still having trouble with Latin.
Mütti eyes you oddly and wonders out loud why all that studying with Hänschen Rillow hasn't helped.
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
You shiver.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
The mask is already on when you arrive home. You don't bother to remove your shoes, you'll be leaving again soon, you hang up you coat though. No sister to greet you, even if she was, there'd be no guilt.
Mutter calls you from the dinning table. She simply says that you're late. You scowl. Vater isn't even home yet. You sit, and she asks where you've been.
You made us, oh, so famous.
Studying with Ernst. Just like always.
She gives a famous Rillow glare. (Not as good as yours of course) And says you're probably doing more harm then good to that boy.
You smirk.
We'll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
You cough as Vati repeats his question at the dinner table. What exactly have you been doing with that Rillow boy? Surely not studying, since your grades haven't gone up.
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
You stutter, say the first thing that comes to mind. You don't have very good memory. Vati says nothing more.
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
You silently sip some water. Vater coughs and whispers to Mutter. He turns to you and asks what have you been teaching that Ernst Röbel?
You sigh.
You should've raised a baby girl,
I should've been a better son.
You mostly work on Greek, but sometimes you do a little Latin, perhaps some equations… Vater slams his fists on the table.
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
Vater doesn't like your attitude.
You should've been,
To hell with him.
I could have been a better son.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You shakily place your clothing in a bag. Its enough already. You're leaving tonight. Together.
You made us, oh, so famous.
Your sister knocks on the door shyly. You glance over at her before she lunges at you, hugging you. Her face is wet with tears. She murmurs over and over again, love is love, love is love. No matter what the elders say.
We'll never let you go.
She said: "You ain't no son of mine
In your hurry to leave, you forgot your coat. You shove the door open one last time.
Mutter is yelling. You yell back that you're 18, you can do what you want.
For what you've done they're gonna find
A place for you
Your sister is in tears on the floor. She screams to run. They'll take you away, just like Melchior. They'll take you away.
Does she really know?
And just you mind your manners when you go.
And when you go, don't return to me, my love."
One last glance at your pathetic family.
That's right.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
You don't know where he's taking you, chances are he doesn't know either.
It's really quite pleasant
But you're together and that's all that matters…
Except for the smell,
Right?
Mama, we all go to hell.
2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
Its getting colder. He shivers. You pull him close in an attempt to keep him warm.
And if you would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing you a song
He smiles, says he loves you.
You nod, then kiss him.
But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
Perhaps its better not to tell him how your departure went.
You would cry out your eyes all along.
We're damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall
You're happy, yet can this really last forever? In your wondering, you end up slipping on the sidewalk.
He laughs, offers you a hand.
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way,
You hope it will.
To return from the ashes you crawl.
We all carry on (We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
All you want to do it tell him it'll last. Hold him and tell him that you'll carry on.
So raise your glass high
Tonight it will last, yet you long for tomorrow.
For tomorrow we die,
You grab his hand, and pull him along to…. Somewhere, anywhere.
You'll find somewhere.
And return from the ashes you crawl.