Born Forsaken

Unending matricide

I hear the cries of torture

It pervades the air above

Leaving those to suffer below

Our wound is self-inflicted

The dagger traces the vein

As the blade penetrates

We reject any hope for a better tomorrow

A vice grip strangling nature's womb

They've infected the life stream

With the rot of man

Falling victim to the sins of our fathers

Soon to be irreversible

Adorned in ash

The fucking leeches bleed us dry

Unending matricide

I hear the cries of torture

It pervades the air above

Leaving those to suffer below

We are born forsaken

By those who give us life

There is haunting comfort in knowing

The certainty of our death

Unending matricide, we are born forsaken