Lyric Context Universe
torn from the womb then seduced and consumed
soil the stillborn
harvested for pleasure and greed
torn from the womb then seduced and consumed
soil the stillborn
harvested for pleasure and greed
erased what was
stillborn i have become
the feelings i once felt are now dead and gone
erased what was
stillborn i have become
the feelings i once felt are now dead and gone
it's almost too late
to escape their greps that controls you. free yourself - you will be heard. don't be scared - you are alive. broken thread - make your choice. stillborn thoughts - unleash your voice. you will never be slave
you will never be a puppet on a string. don't give up the fight
it's almost too late
to escape their greps that controls you. free yourself - you will be heard. don't be scared - you are alive. broken thread - make your choice. stillborn thoughts - unleash your voice. you will never be slave
you will never be a puppet on a string. don't give up the fight
There's innocence torn from its maker
Stillborn the trust in you
This failure has made the creator
There's innocence torn from its maker
Stillborn the trust in you
This failure has made the creator
where. the son of god will rise
stillborn saviour
prayers in vain
where. the son of god will rise
stillborn saviour
prayers in vain
the dead hearts beat as one
stillborn comfort feeding lies
through answers of self denial
the dead hearts beat as one
stillborn comfort feeding lies
through answers of self denial
there's no phoenix rising
and the future's stillborn
dark shadows are dancing
there's no phoenix rising
and the future's stillborn
dark shadows are dancing
unwanted fruit of the harvest
stillborn and barely living
the cries of the abandoned
unwanted fruit of the harvest
stillborn and barely living
the cries of the abandoned
the dead hearts beat as one
stillborn comfort feeding lies
through answers of self denial
the dead hearts beat as one
stillborn comfort feeding lies
through answers of self denial
start
let the stillborn come to me
their souls shall melt into a mass of death
start
let the stillborn come to me
their souls shall melt into a mass of death
the wombs of claws call me
filth rips them open. the stillborn start to move
lidless eyes twitching beneath a sheet of rot
the wombs of claws call me
filth rips them open. the stillborn start to move
lidless eyes twitching beneath a sheet of rot
i hope you know it was never to you
like a baby stillborn
like a beast with his horn
i hope you know it was never to you
like a baby stillborn
like a beast with his horn
i hope you know it was never to you
like a baby stillborn
like a beast with his horn
i hope you know it was never to you
like a baby stillborn
like a beast with his horn
like a baby
stillborn
like a beast with his horn
like a baby
stillborn
like a beast with his horn
start
pregnant mothers in mexico give birth to stillborn monster babies hideous deformed two-headed monsters vivisected for your magazine essay c'mon
c'mon c'mon to the violent world with me c'mon
start
pregnant mothers in mexico give birth to stillborn monster babies hideous deformed two-headed monsters vivisected for your magazine essay c'mon
c'mon c'mon to the violent world with me c'mon
test tube
stillborn and dazed
drugstore plains in the razor's haze
test tube
stillborn and dazed
drugstore plains in the razor's haze
i hope you know it was never to you. like a baby
stillborn
like a beast with his horn
i hope you know it was never to you. like a baby
stillborn
like a beast with his horn
i hope you know it was never to you. like a baby
stillborn
like a beast with his horn
i hope you know it was never to you. like a baby
stillborn
like a beast with his horn
so bother not the pain is up
the faithful bought a stillborn pup
and all the rest are giving up hoping
so bother not the pain is up
the faithful bought a stillborn pup
and all the rest are giving up hoping
in the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want
just a stillborn child on hands that fumble
raging
in the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want
just a stillborn child on hands that fumble
raging