They throw us to the wolves before we even gasp Our first breath. Carnage straight from the womb a feast of supple fat They use honey to suckle on our pride well, my Dear, this bosom has been milked dry.
They throw us to the wolves before we even gasp Our first breath. Carnage straight from the womb a feast of supple fat They use honey to suckle on our pride well, my Dear, this bosom has been milked dry.