Cloying blackness Within the womb Unwanted child's Fleshly tomb Umbilicus A weaven choke Hung in time Frail neck is broke Aborted form's Placenta shroud Writhe in untold fear Suffer not this child to live Awash in bitter tears Eternally they're cast In a sea of feculence Sound the flatline knell Bloodied noose, a cold embrace Salted out of life's chance Lost souls disarrayed What never was, can never be Grotesque we betrayed Mortal remains Now just burning embers It cuts both ways For all those dismembered Carbonised by fire Burning flames of hate Guilty in a blinkered court Destruction child's play Beaten derewcts on the brink of death There's no requiem Nothingness is what remains No chance to live again (* This is a kind of anti-abortion song. Have you ever wondered what happens to an aborted foetus? Well it gets cast into its own hell to await death by hanging at the end of all creation. The hangman's noose is made from all the weaved umbilicus cords from the unwanted children. *)
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Cloying blackness Within the womb Unwanted child's Fleshly tomb Umbilicus A weaven choke Hung in time Frail neck is broke Aborted form's Placenta shroud Writhe in untold fear Suffer not this child to live Awash in bitter tears Eternally they're cast In a sea of feculence Sound the flatline knell Bloodied noose, a cold embrace Salted out of life's chance Lost souls disarrayed What never was, can never be Grotesque we betrayed Mortal remains Now just burning embers It cuts both ways For all those dismembered Carbonised by fire Burning flames of hate Guilty in a blinkered court Destruction child's play Beaten derewcts on the brink of death There's no requiem Nothingness is what remains No chance to live again (* This is a kind of anti-abortion song. Have you ever wondered what happens to an aborted foetus? Well it gets cast into its own hell to await death by hanging at the end of all creation. The hangman's noose is made from all the weaved umbilicus cords from the unwanted children. *)
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