Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Birthing, artist - Autopsy. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Birthing |
| The punctured exlife slithers |
| Out your bloody gaping hole |
| So warm the blood runs down your legs |
| Your tears you can’t control |
| Your son or daughter (who knows which) |
| Is just a pile of shit |
| You look into what might be eyes |
| As your mouth flows with spit |
| Cradle the gelatinous thing in your arms |
| Leaking its fluids it’s no longer warm |
| A would-be life is now defunct |
| Glistening mass of fleshy gunk |
| Hiding in the shadows |
| With the birthing now complete |
| Pick your child up |
| And suckle on its tiny feet |
| Bite them off, devour the rest |
| The body is diminished |
| Take the hanger, lick it clean |
| Your ordeal now is finished |