Текст песне : Spitfire. Cult Fiction. Pro-Life.

What do you have to be angry about?
I rack your brain stem for head trauma.
Spina bifida baby's first prosthetic steps.
Live! via (we are made for TV drama)
Well, get that money shot, milk it like an L.A. slut.
Because baby can't catch a break
When the botox of his hollywood ending is smut.
Post-partum with the birth defected.
Nature's whore is just naturally selected.
Surrogate mommy is feeling used.
Lost ourselves when blood transfused.
So, cop a feel and feel a lump.
Cancer is the side effect of daddy's semen sunk.
I thought it was freak.
I thought it was glue.
I thought it was just malignant scar tissue.
But it was you

(Thanks to hard_dude for these lyrics)