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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