Testo di Stillborn

Morbid price to pay for a night of fun A coathanger will get the job done Piercing the life you let out a cry Feel the blood run, feel your child die A bloody pile of discharge flesh In what you see as you face death On the ground is the lifeless meat Stillborn child lays at your feet In shock from the pain you lay and bleed Staring at the infant corpse you choke and heave Death takes hold of your twisted brain Slowly suffering as you die in pain A bloody pile of discharge flesh In what you see as you face death On the ground is the lifeless meat Stillborn child lays at your feet