Luyện nghe bài hát Nativity Obscene - A Nursery Chyme

[Musick & Lyrixxx - Harvey]

Calcified is a breach birth debacle
Natal necrolysis, for a formaldehyde-filled bottle
Caesarean section the ghastly tot
An ossified infant, in its borne to rot

Livid and stiff ere its breath is claimed
The rigid bundle of joy, catatonically
Cold, dead and hard as it's exhumed from the
The uterus its cradle, and its fetid tomb...

Only scalpels for playthings
Swaddling clothes bloody but not from
by embalming solution
As the trocar facilities the cold dilution...

Festered fetus drawn from the cavity in which it was
Birth and death now unified, as the grotesque infant is
Livid osteopedion, lungs still, cold and dry
Birth is just a forensic folly when in being born one

Birth and death in one fell breath, the corpse from her guts
The morbid cavity is lavaged, torn and cut
Another tiny life that ended it could begin
Another piece of human offal, to end up in the bin...

Neither nor cries escape its lifeless blue lips
Placenta disgorges amniotic fluid as the cord rips
Morbid nursery chymes on deaf little ears
As the dry-eyed infant incites to bitter tears...

atrocity
With a for a crib
for an autopsy
bag for a bib...

Hush little baby, say a word
Mama's going to have to get a casket
But if body is too decomposed
The coffin will have to stay closed

A babe in her
Not safe harm
When the water breaks, the cradle rot
A nursery chyme no happy ending, left in the wastebasket, dead and
forgot...

- Matt]

Another corpse to carve for pathologists and ilk
Nursed on embalming fluid, no use crying silt mother's milk
Silent baby stilled
The doctor's gloved hands the babe into a grave that now is filled

Morbid anatomy technicians are the only playmates
dissecting, the infantile inanimate
A bloodied dissecting table serves as the young one's tomb and
As butchery, splays this joyless rotten bundle...

Dead ever being alive to die
Eyes forever ere the first tear could dry
Mouth sealed by rigor mortis the first newborn cry
Dissected infant on the table, and dry...

Newborn
Whose playpen is a
nativity
Diminutive to be tagged...

Now I lay you down to
Your flesh not long to keep
If you should rot you wake
Then your corpse for the worms to take

In the cold corridors in the sterile, dead
are heard from the maternity ward
But the mouth of babes, no sound escapes
In nativity obscene behind mortuary drapes...