Abort (The Fetus)

She lives a life of pleasure and sin
She dug the hole she'd soon be in
Crawled around in filth
Lost her soul in the gutter

Like fire through her vains it rages
The life inside her is wasted
There's no pain, there's no love
Too great to keep her will
Behind all alley, inside a dump
Abort the fetus, back on the run

A massive shock soon overcomes her
A burst of blood so deep inside her
Infectous scars – her shreaded womb
Death streaking – glare without a fear

Narcotic gaze starts to excite her
She falls prey to habit
She's on her back to spread disease
Circle of life consumes

There's no remorse – there's no regret
The life she took – so she can trip again

Abort – breeder of death
Deny – the gift of life

Cuts and bruses on her head
In the gutter left for dead