Autopsy - Stillborn


Morbid price to pay for a night of fun 
A coathanger will get the job done 
Piercing the life you let out a cry 
Feel the blood run, feel your child die 

A bloody pile of discharge flesh 
In what you see as you face death 
On the ground is the lifeless meat 
Stillborn child lays at your feet 

In shock from the pain you lay and bleed 
Staring at the infant corpse you choke and heave 
Death takes hold of your twisted brain 
Slowly suffering as you die in pain 

A bloody pile of discharge flesh 
In what you see as you face death 
On the ground is the lifeless meat 
Stillborn child lays at your feet

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