Frost  Gives the organs a shelter  The able bodies of the 3rd world contort  Reaping their insides and taking much more  The sharpest cries of a whore  Echo toward America's suburban front doors  She's left in panic  Her baby writhes on the floor  With half of what was promised  She pleads for more  TURN your back on the filthy bitch  And sell her liver to the highest bidder  Throw her in the tub  Bags of ice numb her body as she struggles to rise  Reaching out with her last grasp at life  Clinging to her surgeon  Try to sleep, try to sleep  Cause to me you're as good as deceased  Close your eyes, close your eyes  Close your mother fucking eyes  The process sends chills down my spine  He filtered her fucking insides  Until the last vein was dry  No mercy in the body trade  We've mocked the vultures  Now we feast on humanity  Once a child now the seeker of divinity  Every organ lost has now been gained  Slowly hunting down every market surgeon in my mothers name