Testo di Dead Upon Conception

As slugs of cold flesh They'll come to our world Embryos doomed at conception No mother is going to hold Birth to them will be An unknown experience Bastard's room and abortion Make the difference So warm inside No place to hide Mistaken conception Maternal rejection Parents now become Partners into guilt As their unborn children Are thrown away like filth Doctor represents The cold hand of death Who kills unborn children Upon the face of earth A spark of life That never ignites A seed picked by vultures That are dressed in white A murderer by law Who kills to make a living The stupid bastard's job Is taking instead of giving Before they see the light Their life meets rejection Abortive children The dead upon conception.