25 years in an aborting world. Mother Earth in labor. The life fucks up ripping limb after limb after limb. And no one knows the fucking woes growing fast as a fire blast. You wanna scream why? Cause we are all born dead. So, flinch like a stillborn And die die die and die like a newborn.
We straighten our lines Not to get lost Losing the charm 25 y in an aborting world To be assured The path is lost
Now you must cut the cord of the mother. Cut, cut that fucker down eat the placenta and turn around. With ideals as utopian Freud lying under ground all you are is a fucking voidx4
This is your wel come to this world Blood handed cold.
You've been raised up wrong. You're 21 year aborted 25 years aborted