Mazohyst Of Decadance

A fetus is the product of irresponsible adults.
Here I am,
Without a name.
I don't even know why I'm here
I don't even know
if I just live for a few months

I want to be loved. I want to be born.
Staring at the inside of the mother's body,
I felt something go fast.
It was the second month of consciousness
I can't do anything yet.
Before long, here comes a plug

I was scraped out.
The pain goes through my incomplete body
My mother's screaming stings my ears.
People in white gowns picked me up
In their cruel eyes, I see myself,
covered with blood without a right arm
They wrapped me in a black plastic sheet
Loosing consciousness, I try to think calmly
If you love me the way I am,
even if I'm deformed, it is fine with me
I can't forgive you

If you can't love me, I rather die as I am
That's why I don't bother to cry
like a newborn baby,
and I'll just sleep in peace
Just once,
I want to feel my mother's love with my hand
This may be love.
Thank you
The door was tightly closed
and will never open again
I must be yours in the future

Are you really sure about this?
Yes.
How many times have you had an abortion?
This is the first time for me
I've been involved in countess abortions, murders.
Can you forgive me?
I'm asking you one more time.
Are you sure about this?
Yes.
Are you ready?
Yes.
Let's get started.

La, la, la...

The body will be burnt until it has disappeared
SAYONARA