One in, One Out
dark choir, Conscious hip-hop / trip-hop with measured rhythm Documentary-style art song with sparse piano and strings Trip-hop / dark spoken word choir, Slow beat, piano note pulses, distant strings, low bass. Think cold corridors and fluorescent light.
msfantasyd45·3:48
3:48
One in, One Out
dark choir, Conscious hip-hop / trip-hop with measured rhythm Documentary-style art song with sparse piano and strings Trip-hop / dark spoken word choir, Slow beat, piano note pulses, distant strings, low bass. Think cold corridors and fluorescent light.
Creator: msfantasyd45Release Date: April 27, 2026
Lyrics
Maternity wards full to capacity
like a conveyor belt,
one in, one out.
Mothers full of hope,
fear, excitement.
Fathers praying only this:
let the child be healthy,
let his wife come through
the ordeal
safely.
But another list revealed
hospital after hospital
where women wake
to babies with no heartbeat.
Delivery room cleaned.
Wheel another one in.
Back to the days
of back streets,
the old woman called to kitchens
thick with steam
to bring babies into life.
Safer? God knows.
But your health service
is failing so many.
Tiny coffins
carrying someone’s world.
No chance to play,
learn, grow.
Empty nurseries
becoming the norm,
as too many mistakes
bury what should be
the new generation.
A mother’s tears fall
onto a letter of apology.
Words cannot return
what was hers.
What she nurtured,
sang to,
cradled in the dark,
waiting for first breath.
Your health service
is failing so many.
But another list revealed
hospital after hospital
where women wake
to babies with no heartbeat.
Delivery room cleaned.
Wheel another one in.
Empty nurseries
becoming the norm,
as too many mistakes
bury what should be
the new generation.
Empty nurseries
becoming the norm,
as too many mistakes
bury what should be
the new generation.
like a conveyor belt,
one in, one out.
Mothers full of hope,
fear, excitement.
Fathers praying only this:
let the child be healthy,
let his wife come through
the ordeal
safely.
But another list revealed
hospital after hospital
where women wake
to babies with no heartbeat.
Delivery room cleaned.
Wheel another one in.
Back to the days
of back streets,
the old woman called to kitchens
thick with steam
to bring babies into life.
Safer? God knows.
But your health service
is failing so many.
Tiny coffins
carrying someone’s world.
No chance to play,
learn, grow.
Empty nurseries
becoming the norm,
as too many mistakes
bury what should be
the new generation.
A mother’s tears fall
onto a letter of apology.
Words cannot return
what was hers.
What she nurtured,
sang to,
cradled in the dark,
waiting for first breath.
Your health service
is failing so many.
But another list revealed
hospital after hospital
where women wake
to babies with no heartbeat.
Delivery room cleaned.
Wheel another one in.
Empty nurseries
becoming the norm,
as too many mistakes
bury what should be
the new generation.
Empty nurseries
becoming the norm,
as too many mistakes
bury what should be
the new generation.