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