Fan de Mistro

 Every Cradle Even the happiest child will eventually suffer The unavoidable pain of life, left dead in the gutter Forced into existence, no option of fleeing Back to the calm and peaceful state of non-being This is what you impose on someone else Life is like a trip down the blade of a serrated knife Squished by the bloody hands of mankind A life in pain and agony for the conscious mind You should know that procreation is a pointless game It should be clear as day, but I guess I'll explain We consume and reproduce without a shred of shame And we're all fuckin addicted like a moth to a flame Russian roulette with the soul of the innocent Fired into life without discussion, no argument It's a sick game and I choose not to play When the stork is coming, I fire away This world is full of problems, you'll never fix them Every child has a fate, you can't predict them Every parent is guilty, convict them Every womb, every cradle has a victim Look...