In the tombs of pain and innocencenForever were buriednSouls of those who've never asked to benScornfully immolatednnThe art of transplantationnHas saved a lot of livesnBy frauding a child's adoptionnI will be saving minennIn the name of sciencenThey've claimed being our saviorsnMoney is what keeps busynThese medical butchersnSoiled with blood all over their handsnThey've just killed for a couple of grandnnOrphans of sickness were put to restnMiserable adoption has torn their souls to shredsnOrphans of sickness now dwell in deathnWith nice tags on their organs, their existence will endnnChildren were dissectednBy those sick, dementednnIn the tombs of pain and innocencenForever were buriednSouls of those who've never asked to benScornfully immolatednnTo achieve my transplantationnI stole a lot of livesnThrough the kindness of adoptionnAll those lives are now minennOrphans of sickness were put to restnMiserable adoption has torn their souls to shredsnOrphans of sickness now dwell in deathnWith nice tags on their organs, their existence will end