Interpret:

Cannibal Corpse

Album:

Tomb Of The Mutilated

Melting thoughts of disintegration 
Hitting deep her insistance 
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