Birthrate Zero Songtext
von Infernal Torment
Birthrate Zero Songtext
In the split light of their time
Stricken with the torn two pieces
In the split of the mother′s womb
The children are pushing in on a heel
Look upon, I start to pound
As you fall, pain bleeding out
You hear nothing, I shout
Come for you, I start to count
Fire consumes their cradles
Razor blades in their veins
Bloods pushed out on their own
No pain raised, half-life heal
In your thoughts I explore, in their system
Tears of water in my shell
As the big boys in the sky
Ride the human ship, dark
Fire consumes their cradles
Razor blades in their veins
Bloods pushed out on their own
No pain raised, half-life heal
There will be
No next generation
In our next year
In the split light of their time
Stricken with the torn two pieces
In the split of the mother's womb
The children are pushing in on a heel
Be the blame for what I start to pound
As you fall, pain bleeding out
You hear nothing, I shout
Come for you, I start to count
In the split light of their time
Stricken with the torn two pieces
In the split of the mother′s womb
The children are pushing in on a heel
Fire consumes their cradles
Razor blades in their veins
Bloods pushed out on their own
No pain raised, half-life heal
Stricken with the torn two pieces
In the split of the mother′s womb
The children are pushing in on a heel
Look upon, I start to pound
As you fall, pain bleeding out
You hear nothing, I shout
Come for you, I start to count
Fire consumes their cradles
Razor blades in their veins
Bloods pushed out on their own
No pain raised, half-life heal
In your thoughts I explore, in their system
Tears of water in my shell
As the big boys in the sky
Ride the human ship, dark
Fire consumes their cradles
Razor blades in their veins
Bloods pushed out on their own
No pain raised, half-life heal
There will be
No next generation
In our next year
In the split light of their time
Stricken with the torn two pieces
In the split of the mother's womb
The children are pushing in on a heel
Be the blame for what I start to pound
As you fall, pain bleeding out
You hear nothing, I shout
Come for you, I start to count
In the split light of their time
Stricken with the torn two pieces
In the split of the mother′s womb
The children are pushing in on a heel
Fire consumes their cradles
Razor blades in their veins
Bloods pushed out on their own
No pain raised, half-life heal
Writer(s): Jakob Nordahl Hansen, Scott Jensen, Stefan Larsen, Hans Henrik Christensen, Poul Winther Knudsen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

