Wither away Human failure Born to tragedy The ashen womb she Did not know the Filth that she would bring breeding Murder hands and Itchy eyes to Stab the lids out dry, fearing Her own child In denial Bodies build up high, well?
Poor world we should suffer what you did bare A callous beast that feeds on blood and tears
Condemn the blood that's in your line with all these Deaths that fill the endless graves inside your
