Compassion Without Responsibility
Life what a fucked up choice when it's not your own.
Compassion without responsibility.
Bodies become their moral playgrounds, bearing the cross of compassion without responsibility.
Building up walls between right and wrong.
It can't be about right and wrong when there is no one to fucking blame.
Choice gets buried alive in the abyss of superstition.
The burning cross in front of every clinic lights the way to the back alley.
Life what a fucked up choice when it becomes a liability bound to the burden of compassion.
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