I didnt mean to, but the evil thing grew Until a tree bloomed and it bore fruit THE BABIES ARE IN THE BATHWATER They had a bad father, and now Ive made for him a memory Remember me? the one that bore your seed? Well now they sleep I lined em up one by one, daughter and son from old to young Joshua, Noah, Matthew, and even Abby, only one Crying, I baptized them Im sorry my child, close your eyes for a while, Mommy loves you, goodbye They were the sweetest, remember how they needed us? Like Jesus Pleading, crying Mommy, breastfeed us Im sorry my angels, but the world is not a safe place for babies They wont blame me, my whole lifes been wasted The crime was committed against me first when I gave birth Im not a nurturer, so I sent them innocent back to the earth Now Im standing here reminiscing, sharpening these knives in the kitchen I think hell be coming home soon, I wonder if hell miss them You werent aware of the female hysteria? Its scarier than miscarriages and the plans you werent aware of In prenatal, premeditated hate I lied in wait And now with my fatal rage this genealogys been erased An empty cradle remains Theyll say I was a monster Heartless for committing the darkest arts of the postpartum The Mother Modern Worldly Cast to Hell But what will become of the children? Well I guess only time will tell
bore, mommy, nurturer, aware, werent