The Birthing Lyrics - Singles - Autopsy

The punctured exlife slithers 

Out your bloody gaping hole 

So warm the blood runs down your legs 

Your tears you can't control 

Your son or daughter (who knows which) 

Is just a pile of shit 

You look into what might be eyes 

As your mouth flows with spit 

Cradle the gelatinous thing in your arms 

Leaking its fluids it's no longer warm 

A would-be life is now defunct 

Glistening mass of fleshy gunk 

(E.C.) 

(D.C.) 

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Hiding in the shadows 

With the birthing now complete 

Pick your child up 

And suckle on its tiny feet 

Bite them off, devour the rest 

The body is diminished 

Take the hanger, lick it clean 

Your ordeal now is finished 

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