1
This life will never be the same,
I have to care about myself,
I really see,
That something’s growing right inside of me
You fucked my heart, you should’ve stopped,
Before your dick started to drop.
I can’t put up
With frigging gift behind the mucous plug.
Chorus:
I must be pregnant
Cause I’m sick of your face
Give me salty taste
Of your tears and pain.
Rancor’s flowing through the veins
There’s no way for child to cleanse.
2
I’m fatted with the crap you’ve told
And such a poison can’t be hurled
It starts to swell
To rot by stealth behind the shell.
You’ll meet the monster you have made
You’ll answer for a big mistake.
Cause he won’t sip
A milk, being in need of blood and meat.
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