Letra da Música Every Cradle de Mistro

Even the happiest child will eventually suffer
The unavoidable pain of life, left dead in the gutter
Forced into existence, no option of fleeing
Back to the calm and peaceful state of non-being
This is what you impose on someone else
Life is like a trip down the blade of a serrated knife
Squished by the bloody hands of mankind
A life in pain and agony for the conscious mind
You should know that procreation is a pointless game
It should be clear as day, but I guess I'll explain
We consume and reproduce without a shred of shame
And we're all fuckin addicted like a moth to a flame
Russian roulette with the soul of the innocent
Fired into life without discussion, no argument
It's a sick game and I choose not to play
When the stork is coming, I fire away

This world is full of problems, you'll never fix them
Every child has a fate, you can't predict them
Every parent is guilty, convict them
Every womb, every cradle has a victim

Look in my eyes, you see what life has done?
There were traces of hope, but now it's all gone
Reality shattered the rosy shade over my eyes
Now I can see the truth behind all the fucking lies
My whole life, my entire time on earth
I'll suffer from existence, a victim of birth
You ask me why I don't go and kill myself, well fuck you
This ain't about my life or what I've been through
Giving birth is a sin from my world view
And not live to spread the word is a sin too
So I'll keep suffering in this society
Cursed with the pain of depression and anxiety
You call life a gift, I call it insidious
We're all fucking monsters, ugly and hideous
I'd say you gotta be inhumane or just insane
If you still decide to go and play the game

This world is full of problems, you'll never fix them
Every child has a fate, you can't predict them
Every parent is guilty, convict them
Every womb, every cradle has a victim