Stillborn
Five months and four to go - But now my unborn's fate I know
To cleanse me of my sins - Tomorrow my nightmare begins
In my hands here lies the power - Blessed by fate to choose the hour
The doubt within me grows - My predicament it clearly shows
My ignorance is bliss - Miscarriage is the shrine I kiss
Reality will not be missed
To suffer with only one aim - Can't heal the scars of such wasted pain
Stillborn, my blood was shed in vain
A nagging pain like a missing limb - The brutal truth I can sink or swim
Internal scars too deep to heal - Paralysed too cold for tears
Inject the poison inject my cure - Now without such wasted pain
Stillborn, my blood was shed in vain
To suffer with only one aim
To hasten what's pre-ordained
Each day you grow
But soon I'll push til no life you will know
To suffer with only one aim
To hasten what's pre-ordained