abaddon
Mortal Treason
Numb inside, tears eyes now dry
Take this purity
Break this beautiful child
I hope you're happy with what you've done
You murdered for the sake of one moment of pleasure
Laying alone with a broken spirit
This child is broken
This child is dying inside
This can't go on
We must stand and fight
Fight for what's right
Fight for life
A choice must be made
Sever the hand of the abuser
Strike his face
Make him bleed
But no it won't stop
It's out of our hands
Judgment shall be served
Your judgment shall be served