Partial Birth 歌词

Shaken baby sucking on the festive decoration, turning patriotic colors to a purple stain, dribbling down his belly he's the hope of generations, the measure of the damage we have yet to ascertain. Mammoth head of paraffin of malleable nature, pounded with the platitudes admissible for use, pitiful and blundering , a mortifying creature, his neck is too weak to support the partial birth of truth. Misbegotten inconsolable, the fitting end result of his breed, misbegotten inconsolable, a product of stupidity and greed. Watch him as his dim eyes roll back into his head, see him struggling in his own filth to stand irretrievable and overfed, he reaches out with his desperate little hands.