Everything seems so neglected
Your sons are rejected
Like a killer in the street
Blood beneath his feet
I am unborn
My limbs they have torn
Like a killer in the street
Blood beneath his feet
King of the womb yet scum of the earth,
who bled through the eyes,
Spite of the rapist yet spawn of the devil,
what crude sick device,
What is a life compared to the right?
What is a prison without any light?
Who will now suffer without a fight?
Who I ask!
Worthy seed,
Meant to bleed,
Through the deed
Bleed! The streets will glow in red,
Fate! To force and to forbid,
Hate! This scare campaign of dread,
Saint!
At a creek bed of gore,
It's a deathbed for a whore,
With a fire sale for the unborn only pain is in store,
With a drunken mistake,
The womb seems so fake,
And the bottom line it's not divine is more than you can take
Worthy seed,
Meant to bleed,
Through the deed
Refill to flat-line the heart that beats within your womb
Refill to flat-line the heart that beats within your womb
Bleed! The streets will glow in red,
Fate! To force and to forbid,
Hate! This scare campaign of dread,
Saint!
The first time is for the father,
The second time is for the mother,
The third times is for the,
Infant! (Infant!)