Forward-Left, Reverse-Right
Are you listening?
Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me?
We are our own wicked gods
With little "g's" and big dicks
Constantly inflicting a slow demise
Sadistic stick it to my ribs
I'll spread me open
We try to die
Are all your infants in abortion cribs
We run like roaches
I know your poison in our space we'll...lie
To an obscene god we will dance and spit you hear boy?
Don't tell your momma that I brought you here
You're on the other side now
There ain't no going back now
Don't tell your momma that I brought you here boy!
'Cause there ain't no going back
Don't tell your momma that I brought you here stick me to my ribs
'Cause there ain't no going back now
Don't tell your momma that I brought you here we try to die
I'll spread me open
Are all your infants in abortion cribs?
We run like roaches
I know your poison in our space we'll lie
Don't tell your momma that i brought you here
'Cause there ain't no going back now
Don't tell your momma
compositores: Stephen Gregory Jr Bier, Brian Hugh Warner
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