Autopsy The Birthing текст песни, слова песни The Birthing Autopsy
Autopsy - The Birthing
Out your bloody gaping hole
So warm the blood runs down your legs
Your tears you can't control
Your son or daughter (who knows which)
Is just a pile of shit
You look into what might be eyes
As your mouth flows with spit
Cradle the gelatinous thing in your arms
Leaking its fluids it's no longer warm
A would-be life is now defunct
Glistening mass of fleshy gunk
Hiding in the shadows
With the birthing now complete
Pick your child up
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