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