Infanticide کے بول

A sentence of death A choke is my last breath A mistake has given me my life A homicidal trend At the border to the end Pain comes ripping like a knife Sucking my limbs I lose you win Let me live don't drain my soul As soon as I'm done Like many more to come They will throw me in a hole Succion Breaking me tearing my limbs Forceps Grabbing me crushing my ribs The only thing that will be left Is my empty crib Victims of manipulation Never enter the population Genocide Infanticide All across the nation Infanticide Clock is ticking fast A chance is all I ask Save your own begotten son Avoiding my reality Gambling with your sanity Remember where you came from A shallow room a stench of doom A shattered dream fills my empty crib A void is left A soul without rest I died before I ever lived