Paroles de In The Process

A future world Where life's a blessed gift Industrial obsession Disease is the material grown Life is something not to molest Oppressed screams of a cancered fetus Birth is pain blistering inside Reproduction is a final regret There's a question to be answered Destined choice to condemn In the process future impressions Death's evation to the end Ignorance to this day Will destroy all hope, life betrayed Fear an easy way out Regret your sins, end all hope