Из альбома: Symphonic Extremities
The sanctity of life is only sacred when it fits into the description, the description that I give it
I play a little game, a game it's called GOD
I'm a merciless killer in a doctor's facade
Read a Holy Book, just the other day
Said God breathed life into, into this little babe
If but for the Rolls and the mortgage payment,
this life would not have to be, to be brutally ended
Chorus:
Killing Field in a land of corruption
This land will be judged because of abortion
Help us to see the blood on our hands, bring down conviction upon our land
Conscious is seared by the almighty dollar
Now only the mother will have to live with this terror
If only she knew what, what her baby died for,
she would not have allowed this life to be torn
Our land is filled with moral distortion;
our babies are dying from this evil corruption
Hear the cry of our children to thee,
Lord forgive us for these, for these sins we plea
(Chorus)
(Job 10:8-12, 31:15, Proverbs 17:6, 31:8, Psalms 127:3-5, 139:3-16 Jeremiah 1:5, 2 Chronicles 7:14)