[Musick & - Matt Harvey]
Calcified infant is a breach birth necrolysis, destined for a formaldehyde-filled bottle Caesarean section reveals the tot An infant, in its womb borne to rot
and stiff ere its first breath is claimed The rigid bundle of joy, maimed Cold, dead and as it's exhumed from the womb The uterus its cradle, and its fetid tomb...
Only scalpels left for Swaddling clothes bloody but not from by embalming solution As the facilities the cold blood's dilution...
Festered fetus drawn the cavity in which it was conceived Birth and now unified, as the grotesque infant is retrieved Livid osteopedion, breathless still, cold and dry Birth is just a forensic folly when in being one dies
Birth and death in one fell breath, the corpse from her guts The morbid birthing cavity is lavaged, and cut Another tiny life ended before it could begin Another piece of human offal, to end up in the bin...
Neither gurgles nor cries escape its lifeless lips Placenta disgorges amniotic fluid as the cord rips Morbid nursery fall on deaf little ears As the infant incites parents to bitter tears...
Obstetric a casket for a crib Nursery for an bag for a bib...
Hush little baby, don't say a Mama's going to have to get a reserved But if your body is too The door will have to stay closed
A babe in her Not safe harm When the water breaks, the cradle rot A chyme with no happy ending, left in the wastebasket, dead and forgot...
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corpse to carve for pathologists and their ilk Nursed on embalming fluid, no use over silt mother's milk baby rattles stilled The doctor's gloved hands deliver the babe into a grave now is filled
Morbid anatomy are the child's only playmates Callously dissecting, the inanimate A bloodied dissecting table serves as the one's tomb and trundle As inquisitive butchery, splays this rotten bundle...
before ever being alive to die Eyes forever ere the first tear could dry Mouth sealed by rigor mortis before the first cry Dissected on the table, dead-cut and dry...
fatality Whose playpen is a Lifeless Diminutive to be tagged...
Now I lay you to sleep Your putrid flesh not to keep If you should rot you wake Then leave your corpse for the to take
In the cold in the sterile, dead morgue Sobs are heard from the ward But from the mouth of babes, no escapes In this obscene behind mortuary drapes...