Orphans of Sickness

In the tombs of pain and innocence Forever were buried Souls of those who've never asked to be Scornfully immolated The art of transplantation Has saved a lot of lives By frauding a child's adoption I will be saving mine In the name of science They've claimed being our saviors Money is what keeps busy These medical butchers Soiled with blood all over their hands They've just killed for a couple of grand Orphans of sickness were put to rest Miserable adoption has torn their souls to shreds Orphans of sickness now dwell in death With nice tags on their organs, their existence will end Children were dissected By those sick, demented In the tombs of pain and innocence Forever were buried Souls of those who've never asked to be Scornfully immolated To achieve my transplantation I stole a lot of lives Through the kindness of adoption All those lives are now mine Orphans of sickness were put to rest Miserable adoption has torn their souls to shreds Orphans of sickness now dwell in death With nice tags on their organs, their existence will end --- Orphans of Sickness - Gorguts