Stillborn - Autopsy

Morbid price to pay for a night of fun

A coathanger will get the job done

Piercing the life you let out a cry

Feel the blood run, feel your child die

A bloody pile of discharge flesh

In what you see as you face death

On the ground is the lifeless meat

Stillborn child lays at your feet

In shock from the pain you lay and bleed

Staring at the infant corpse you choke and heave

Death takes hold of your twisted brain

Slowly suffering as you die in pain

A bloody pile of discharge flesh

In what you see as you face death

On the ground is the lifeless meat

Stillborn child lays at your feet