Exhumed - Nativity Obscene: A Nursery Chyme Lyrics
Calcified infant is a breach birth debacleNatal necrolysis, destined for a formaldehyde-filled bottleCaesarean section reveals the ghastly totAn ossified infant, in its womb borne to rotLivid and stiff ere its first breath is claimedThe rigid bundle of joy, catatonically maimedCold, dead and hard as it's exhumed from the wombThe uterus its cradle, and its moist fetid tomb...Only scalpels left for playthingsSwaddling clothes bloody but not from chafingBaptism by embalming solutionAs the trocar facilities the cold blood's dilution...Festered fetus drawn from the cavity in which it was conceivedBirth and death now unified, as the grotesque infant is retrievedLivid osteopedion, breathless lungs still, cold and dryBirth is just a forensic folly when in being born one diesBirth and death in one fell breath, extract the corpse from her gutsThe morbid birthing cavity is lavaged, torn and cutAnother tiny life that ended before it could beginAnother piece of human offal, to end up in the rubbish bin...Neither gurgles nor cries escape its lifeless blue lipsPlacenta disgorges amniotic fluid as the umbilical cord ripsMorbid nursery chymes fall on deaf little earsAs the dry-eyed infant incites parents to bitter tears...Obstetric atrocityWith a casket for a cribNursery for an autopsyBody bag for a bib...Hush little baby, don't say a wordMama's going to have to get a casket reservedBut if your body is too decomposedThe coffin door will have to stay closedA babe in her armsNot safe from harmWhen the water breaks, the cradle will rotA nursery chyme with no happy ending, left in the wastebasket, dead and -a
