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