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...   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...   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...