Eternal mistake of conscience
A life inside itself judged by her mother
Without blame she's created
But now she's exterminated
Without speak of see
Feels the hate even before she's born
Suffering without know
Who loved her now hates her
Together with her mother like
Fingernails in the flesh
In the womb the heat of hate
In the mind the coldness of death
Pleasure, passion, orgasm of blame
Internally tortured
Screaming to deaf ears
Died without mercy
Fragile like a flower
Now she fells the blame in the backs

But her tears are scourges in her mind
Remembrance are just memories
Regret don't bring back anything
Remain to await for an absolution
That left it and will never arise

Pleasure, passion, orgasm of blame
Internally tortured
Screaming to deaf ears
Died without mercy
Fragile like a flower
Now she fells the blame in the backs