With primary instinct
A young dirty body
No chance of escape
Tortured for his pleasure
Tortured for his pleasure
Nine months later
Born from pain
An unwanted child
Condamned to be his nightmare
Repressed by your law
Those that are supposed to protect you
Or help you
No more future for you
Hell is waiting for you and its real
Demons are on Earth
You can't do anything
Nine months in a scarred crib
Their face in every move
Day by day
Only the pain remains
Her tears as blades
His life unwanted
No gods !
No life !
No help !
Only pain !
You're devoured from inside
By a life that you refuse
By a life that you refuse
Who am I ?
I am born from your pain
Nobody wanted me
There reject me as the plague
There will be no more
Sweet Home Alabama
