No Use for a Name

No Use for a Name - On The Outside

Torn from the womb

Dying in this tomb

Torn...

Bred just to die

We are torn from the womb

Slowly to decay

Till we meet our doom

Everything is bleak

Shroud of black hangs over

Preparing to enter our graves

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