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Psychotic Dreams every Night

 Terrible Visions torture him at Night

 The Fear to be killed by young Hands

 Becomes too big so now his mind commands

 Pre Natal Autopsy

 The only way to survive is Death

 Death of the unborn Flesh

 so stick the Knife real deep in

 their Mothers' flesh wile they are asleep

 In her Womb the child is found

 Unborn, cannot make a sound

 Release him, search for the brain

 Is this the one that will go insane?

 Innocent Blood now is spilled

 But 'cause of Fear still ain't killed

 So look for another pregnant Wife

 Her child must die to save your Life

 Pre Natal Autopsy

 Now it's time to insert the Knife

 Now it's time to end her Life

 Because her unborn son is the

 cause of your desperation

 Take the Knife and cut her Flesh

 a lacerated bloody mess

 Your future enemy now

 is dead you can see

 Cause of Fear now is killed

 To survive Blood is spilled

 Still the Fear is torturing you

 You cannot sleep what must you do

 Take your Knife and stick it

 deep inside

 No more dreams will torture you

 at night