Born... out of the womb I've been torn k**ed by my own breeder But my spirit lives on To see the horrors They've planned with me Ripping out of my little chest Undeveloped slimy entrails Making place for what seems to be White snow that k**s humanity Ephemera I'm both the body and the bag right now I see us pa**ing the border of betrayal Used... all my life Has been refused What life?