Songtext von Born Into Pain

Born into pain and the feeling of shit Turning her womb to a filthy cesspit Leaving her bloody, unconscious from pain Not to be woken, not ever again Crying for ma, though she lays there dead Two hundred stitches from squeezing your head Your father is sobbing, his loved one is dead Meant to be happy, left with you instead Born into pain He tried to be happy, not just content A constant reminder, his wife is now dead Slowly he's plotting to take his revenge Wait 'til you're sleeping, to chop off your head Lying in bed, peacefully asleep In comes your father, slowly he creeps Bat in his hand, crushing your head Continuously beating 'til you too are dead Why did, why'd she die? It is all your fault I hate you for this