Nativity Obscene - A Nursery Chyme Lyrics - Exhumed

[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey] 

Calcified infant is a breach birth debacle 

Natal necrolysis, destined for a formaldehyde-filled bottle 

Caesarean section reveals the ghastly tot 

An ossified infant, in its womb borne to rot 

Livid and stiff ere its first breath is claimed 

The rigid bundle of joy, catatonically maimed 

Cold, dead and hard as it's exhumed from the womb 

The uterus its cradle, and its moist fetid tomb... 

Only scalpels left for playthings 

Swaddling clothes bloody but not from chafing 

Baptism by embalming solution 

As the trocar facilities the cold blood's dilution... 

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Festered fetus drawn from the cavity in which it was conceived 

Birth and death now unified, as the grotesque infant is retrieved 

Livid osteopedion, breathless lungs still, cold and dry 

Birth is just a forensic folly when in being born one dies 

Birth and death in one fell breath, extract the corpse from her guts 

The morbid birthing cavity is lavaged, torn and cut 

Another tiny life that ended before it could begin 

Another piece of human offal, to end up in the rubbish bin... 

Neither gurgles nor cries escape its lifeless blue lips 

Placenta disgorges amniotic fluid as the umbilical cord rips 

Morbid nursery chymes fall on deaf little ears 

As the dry-eyed infant incites parents to bitter tears... 

Obstetric atrocity 

With a casket for a crib 

Nursery for an autopsy 

Body bag for a bib... 

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Hush little baby, don't say a word 

Mama's going to have to get a casket reserved 

But if your body is too decomposed 

The coffin door will have to stay closed 

A babe in her arms 

Not safe from harm 

When the water breaks, the cradle will rot 

A nursery chyme with no happy ending, left in the wastebasket, dead and 

forgot... 

[Lead - Matt] 

Another corpse to carve for pathologists and their ilk 

Nursed on embalming fluid, no use crying over silt mother's milk 

Silent baby rattles stilled 

The doctor's gloved hands deliver the babe into a grave that now is filled 

Morbid anatomy technicians are the child's only playmates 

Callously dissecting, the infantile inanimate 

A bloodied dissecting table serves as the young one's tomb and trundle 

As inquisitive butchery, splays this joyless rotten bundle... 

Dead before ever being alive to die 

Eyes closed forever ere the first tear could dry 

Mouth sealed by rigor mortis before the first newborn cry 

Dissected infant on the table, dead-cut and dry... 

Newborn fatality 

Whose playpen is a slab 

Lifeless nativity 

Diminutive toes to be tagged... 

Now I lay you down to sleep 

Your putrid flesh not long to keep 

If you should rot before you wake 

Then leave your corpse for the worms to take 

In the cold corridors in the sterile, dead morgue 

Sobs are heard from the maternity ward 

But from the mouth of babes, no sound escapes 

In this nativity obscene behind mortuary drapes...