| et me introduce myself, the avenger from the past
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| This is not a joke at all, from the other side of the grave I call
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| You both were my parents
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| You killed me when I was still small
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| And you reason like all the others
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| Just a piece of cell that’s all
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| Made cosmetics of my placenta
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| Threw away and burned my remains
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| You use a fine word: abortion
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| It’s children’s holocaust to me
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| No morning for the living either
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| For most children life is a hell
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| They are sacrificed on the altar
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| For a few bastards wealth
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| In school they get mistreated
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| At home beaten and raped
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| Put down and constant defeated
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| The grown world feeds them with hate
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| I am the father, I am talking to you
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| You sodomise my children, stop the things you do
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| You say tomorrow, leave the past behind
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| But the sorrow still does remind
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| And the shadows are closing in
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| And just because we’ve learned to live with sin
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| You can’t see me but you feel me
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| I am coming to set them free |