Testo di Support Your Local Back-alley Abortion Clinic

Once kissed in this rain But now tears stream down her face Controlled, broken, and lost Without resource to sustain A choice stripped away Morals lacking thought Graze of skin Touch of death Or create life Unto affliction Raped by blind ignorance Of Man and Holy Spirit Condemned to burn forever And suffer in silence Anyone with a cock Has no right to decide Devoid of sentient viability [Solo: Brandon] Keep your hands of their fucking bodies Forced to revert to endless malpractice Spoken for by the blood on her coat hanger