Auschwitz of America (extended version)

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Welcome to the Auschwitz of America
Where babies lives have little worth

Pain goes unnoticed, tears are ignored
Here in the Auschwitz of America
Little hearts are poisoned
Little mouths scream suffering
A baby’s worth isn’t measured

Instead it’s thrown away
Here in the Auschwitz of America
Liberation isn’t an option when you haven’t yet been born

So a child is subject to the cruelest kinds of murder from their parents, no relief
Fact: a heartbeat means alive
Fact: alive means a baby
Fact: abortion kills babies
Welcome to sin, and hurt, and shame
Welcome to a moral argument
Of whether a babies deserve the slaughter they find here
Or if they actually have an inkling of a right
Where “unworthy of life” is tattooed on their arms
And a classification of “less than human” is given to their name

Abortion isn’t a cure for bad circumstance
Killing isn’t a solution for overpopulation
Murder isn’t a crime that should be taken lightly

Ladies, you can fool the world but you cannot fool yourselves
Your children’s mouths scream suffering
Welcome to the Auschwitz of America

Where babies are killed by the consent of their own mothers
By the selfish or broken hearts of their own mothers
Who cannot fool themselves, or convince themselves that this is right

Welcome to the Auschwitz of America
This is murder
You cannot fool me

This a genocide
This is a mass murder
This is a death camp
Welcome
Welcome to the Auschwitz of America
Enjoy your stay...


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