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