Pyorrhoea - Liberation

Can you imagine nine months of pain
Thirty six weeks in fear and hatred?
Disease is getting birth in her mind
The monster is growing in her womb
It's never supossed to be loved
The spawn that kills its mother from inside
Why the fuck should we let them both
Die in terrible suffering?

Sometimes death is just a gift
Relief from pain, liberation
There are people and their rules
They prefer to condemnd other to hell

Can you imagine a human being
Confirmed to ones bed by pain and disease
One knows the bed will become the coffin
Despite that, is waiting for painful death
Instead of torture one prefers
To kill oneself if only can
It's not a murder but an act of grace
But primitive religion cannot understand it!!!

Sometimes death is just a gift
Relief from pain, a liberation
There are people and their rules
They prefer to condemn other to hell