Luyện nghe bài hát From Womb to Waste

Burning urge to
like blind in heat
But human all the same
copulation to breed,
just and instinct lust
consumed but the product is a life.
A maternal seed
spewed forth in
birth from the womb the trash.
Precious, life,
crawling on the filth of the floor.
Only to the mother in guilt,
as she stumbles the
covered in flies.
With a ten mile stare to the
she never gave one fuck
for the inside...none.
Sucks the crack pipe in just to forget.
Yet with hit, she's on
the streets again in
she once had hope.
But went down the drain.
with her pride.
Nurses resigned.
the carcass, in the
waste bin death designed?
Or fixing the with quick extraction?
and thrown away
from into the waste.
Human trash, putrid, the overrun.
Aborted removal, cold precision.
specifically designed
forcing termination.
Blind the enraged.
Bomb the clinic oblivion.
Kill the they will say.
through murder goes both ways.
Conceived and thrown
from into the waste.
One girl, mortified.
Never what was growing within.
Obese, diseased, on her knees
she gave birth on the seat.
anesthetize.
Late feticide.
Orphan from rape.
lived, half a face.
Crackhead for host.
living ghosts.
Pregnant, and high.
It was no surprise,
she it there to die.
One more girl who could conceive.
Psychopath, maternity-mad.
Took a steel bat to her head,
her up and took the baby out.
One more girl, six in,
a hanger and a bottle of pills.
The priest has nothing to
say as the scraped away.
Straight the trash with the
offspring, generations
dead in time, unwanted.
Dead flesh pile a of cells,
10 bags and the landfill swells.
Ripened mass decay,
no one cares were they human