Nine moons circle around my so called home Telling me to crawl out of this flesh dome Light coming weakly through your ink set skin Not ready to leave this warmth around me My claws deep in you, paralyzed by the fear Birth of unborn child is near This rotten fruit of love refusing to be born Cold and hostile world awaits my first turn
Put me back in Everyone's staring Fear of dying But dying to be dead
Why are you doing this unfair thing to me? Being born means death, can't you fucking see Fear against life rising, can't avoid the birth They are dragging me out violently from dirt Light is killing my virgin eyes Lungs infiltrate with raw air, my first breath Ears hurting by your scream and pain you deserve Let me die lived enough in this hell hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
