I hear silent screams throughout the land.
Screams echoing through corridors of shame, ripped out of their fleshly home in a vision of pain.
Love child never to be loved. Whirlwind s**ed up and k**ed the dove.
Red blood dripping on a white sheet. Quenching another innocent heartbeat. I hear silent screams throughout the land. Across sterilized floor agony does float.
Men performing infant d**h wearing pure white coats.
Two lovers touhing one is above.
Under banners of lust or was it love?
Love tale that never will unfold. I ask "Who loves the little soul?"
I ask "Who loves the little soul?"