We are about to inherit the sins of our parents,
Bath in the glory of their transgression,
Give birth in the development of these foul things,
We are the development of their sins,
Take a pleasure only sinners can describe.
We are about to inherit the sins of our parents,
The cheating ways of the father,
The blissful stupidity of the mother
Bath in the glory of their transgressions,
Where a large portion belongs to Adam,
For Eve was a mate, nothing more?
Give birth in the development of their sins,
Create the next generation,
Educate the womb, manipulate its formation
We are the development of their sins
Take a pleasure only sinners can describe,
A hell where only the impure live,
A fire that doesn’t burn the flesh,
A blaze that cooks the soul,
So the skin’s existence disintegrates
