25 years in an aborting world. Mother Earth in labor
The life f**s up ripping limb after limb after limb. And no one knows the f**ing woes growing fast as a fire blast. You wanna scream why? Cause we are all born dead
So, flinch like a stillborn
And die die die
And die like a newborn
We straighten our lines
Not to get lost
Losing the charm
25 y in an aborting world
To be a**ured
The path is lost
Now you must cut the cord of the mother
Cut, cut that f**er down eat the placenta and turn around
With ideals as utopian Freud
Lying under ground all you are is a
f**ing void x4
This is your welcome to this world