Born a bastard, don't know a thing
Thrown into custody of vicious murderers.
Strap me down, let me drown.
Maybe starved to death, not even named.
Angelmaker
Angelmaker
Angelmaker
Sickness made flesh
Unwanted being, unwanted life
My whole existance, woeful strife
Locked inside, more of my kind
The stench of excrement, death surrounds
Angelmaker
Angelmaker
Angelmaker
Sickness made flesh
Angelmaker
Angelmaker
Angelmaker
Profit for death
Life is ended, before it began
No chance of mercy, the deal is made
A human failure, a case of greed
Where life is nothing, but endless pain

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