Fivemonths and four to go But now my unborn's fate I know To cleanse me of my sins Tomorrow my nightmare begins In my hands here lies the power Blessed by fate to choose the hour The doubt within me grows My predicament it clearly shows My ignorance is bliss Miscarriage is the shrine I kiss Reality will not be missed To suffer with only one aim Can't heal the scars of such wasted pain Stillborn, my blood was shed in vain A nagging pain like a missing limb The brutal truth I can sink or swim Internal scars too deep to heal Paralysed too cold for tears Inject the poison inject my cure Now without such wasted pain Stillborn, my blood was shed in vain To suffer with only one aim To hasten what's preordained Each day you grow But soon I'll push till no life you will know To suffer with only one aim To hasten what's preordained