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• Artiste: Klaus Pyro
• Titre: Fry Day, Can Abyss
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Big words for small people with even smaller minds Laws they can't use or even define Seem to think they can decide our morals Children murdered all the time. Waste into nothingness Seperate at the line Pulled from birth Drowned, burned, choked alive. It's an atrocity to kill young life Outside is wrong but inside is fine Legality means nothing when the child is buried alive Inside the womb that convieved its mind Senesless murder, easy to throw away Another life shot down on another day Doctors know the truth, but money speaks lies Apparatently also docterns who lives and who dies. What would your "God" say to this meanings of starting again? He'd cast you off fallen with whats inside your head You were careless and unaware how could you guess? Sarcasm clearly won't bring back the dead It's amazing what people get in their head That abortion is good, that abortion is right All because you didn't think when created them that night. How can you live knowing you've killed ? Doesn't it shake you, give you chills? Knowing the cemetery has one more, to populate the rows, what do you think, four-by-four ? A song can't change minds, but it can impower the good Your actions evil but you'll get what you should Hate and scorn, shame and guilt At what the child could've been, could've built I'll bring flowers to an unmarked grave Write more lyrics to try and save You'll wallow in grief and wish you had power To turn back time and plant a new flower.