The sanctity of life
Is only sacred when
It fits into the description
The description that I give it
I play a little game
A game it's called "god"
I'm a merciless killer
In a doctor's facade
Read a Holy Book
Just the other day
Said: "God breathed life into
Into this little babe"
If but for the Rolls
And the mortgage payment
This life would not have to be
To be brutally ended
Killing field in a land of corruption
This land will be judged because of abortion
Help us to see the blood on our hands
Bring down conviction upon our land
Conscious is seared
By the almighty dollar
Now only the mother
Will have to live with this terror
If only she knew what
What her baby died for
She would not have allowed
This life to be torn
Our land is filled
With moral distortion
Our babies are dying
From this evil corruption
Hear the cries
Of our children to thee
Lord forgive us for these
For these sins we plea
Killing field in a land of corruption
This land will be judged because of abortion
Help us to see the blood on our hands
Bring down conviction upon our land
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