Infanticide

A sentence of death A choke is my last breathA mistake has given me my lifeA homicidal trend At the border to the end Pain comes ripping like a knifeSucking my limbsI lose you winLet me live don't drain my soulAs soon as I'm done Like many more to comeThey will throw me in a holeSuccionBreaking me tearing my limbsForcepsGrabbing me crushing my ribsThe only thing that will be leftIs my empty cribVictims of manipulationNever enter the populationGenocide InfanticideAll across the nationInfanticideClock is ticking fastA chance is all I askSave your own begotten sonAvoiding my realityGambling with your sanityRemember where you came fromA shallow room a stench of doomA shattered dream fills my empty cribA void is left A soul without restI died before I ever lived