Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song From Womb to Waste , by - Dying Fetus. Release date: 18.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
From Womb to Waste |
| Burning urge to conceive like animals blind in heat |
| But they’re human all the same copulation compulsion to breed, just anatomy and |
| instinct lust consumed but the product is a human life |
| A malicious maternal seed spewed forth in precarious birth from the womb into |
| the trash |
| Precious, twisting life, crawling on the filth of the dumpster floor |
| Only known to the mother in guilt, as she stumbles from the alley covered in |
| flies |
| With a ten mile stare dead to the world she never gave one fuck for the child |
| inside… none |
| Sucks the crack pipe in shame just to forget |
| Yet with another hit, she’s on the streets again |
| In another life she once had hope |
| But that went down the drain |
| Along with her pride |
| Nurses habitually resigned |
| Tossing the carcass, in the waste bin death legally designed? |
| Or fixing the future with quick extraction? |
| Conceived and thrown away from womb into the waste |
| Human trash, putrid, the bodies overrun |
| Aborted removal, with cold precision |
| Tools specifically designed forcing fetal termination |
| Blind the morally enraged |
| Bomb the clinic into oblivion |
| Kill the killer they will say |
| Justice through murder goes both ways |
| Conceived and thrown away from womb into the waste |
| One more girl, mortified |
| Never knew what was growing within |
| Obese, diseased, down on her knees she gave birth on the toilet seat |
| Insert anesthetize |
| Late term feticide |
| Orphan spawned from rape |
| Short lived, half a face |
| Crackhead whore for host |
| Hatching living ghosts |
| Pregnant, drunk and high |
| It was no surprise, when she left it there to die |
| One more girl who could never conceive |
| Psychopath, maternity-mad |
| Took a steel bat to her mother’s head, hacked her up and took the baby out |
| One more girl, six months in, takes a hanger and a bottle of pills |
| The pro-life priest has nothing to say as the embryo’s scraped away |
| Straight into the trash with the unborn offspring, generations dead in time, |
| progeny unwanted |
| Dead flesh pile a mass of cells, 10 more bags and the landfill swells |
| Ripened mass fetal decay, no one cares were they human anyway? |