Melting thoughts of disintegration
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Hitting deep her insistance
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to mutilate her newborn infants
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After giving birth her mind wasn't the same
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Slowly slipping away, a state of mental decay
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Family now complete
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Father watches on
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As mother dismembers
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her newborn son
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Dissecting the specimen, split
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I will explore, the body wide open
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Uncover carnage within, split wide open
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Virgin, untouched skin
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Releasing her rage
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That dwells inside
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tainted blood rushes through veins
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her body chemically changed
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Love was erased, on the edge of a butcher's knife
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The kitchen becomes a makeshift slaughterhouse
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every nine months she butchers one more child
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Reminders of the deceased, scattered through the home
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Bones and skulls of sons and daughters
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Genitals ferment
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In jars inside the cupboards
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for father to dissect
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No one will discover the murder they commit
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Children used like laboratory rats
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Sickening vulgar experiments
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She sees what others can't
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Probing the guts of her fetus
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Advocation of the pain
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Mutilating, draining veins
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Witness the horror
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offering to themselves
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Continuing murdering their own kind
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Never deny this fantasy life, they enjoy
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Addiction to this heightened state
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Post-birth psychosis
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disjointing her own children
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form the life they'll never live
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A massacre within her soul
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Struggling for control
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Split Wide Open
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Cannibal Corpse |