Life is born, Murder is born
All out of the same mother of death
From the beginning to the end, a small breath
A moment in a lap leaves one cold
A wolf is in the sheep's clothing
Tears apart and neglects
A cold eye is watching
When life escapes from a small body
You drown, eradicate and bury
You feed, love and whip
A cruel woman in God's shoes
Your soul is a pig that is being fucked by your mind
You lead your son into a casket
So small that it can be held with one hand
The soul is crying, the father is crying
Gone is the child that begged for your love
You aren't sick, you are the sickness
You, who can kill the innocent
Your blood's embodiment is dead because of you
Does the government kill, or the wife's hand
A moment of silence
That never happens anymore
You can rush to play without worry
There where it's always summer
You bastard
You lead your son into a casket
So small that it can be held with one hand
The soul is crying, the father is crying
Gone is the child that begged for your love
You drown, eradicate and bury
You feed, love and whip
A cruel woman in God's shoes
Your soul is a pig that your mind loves
You lead your son into a casket
So small that it can be held with one hand
The soul is crying, the father is crying
Gone is the child that begged for your love
Mother
What did i do wrong