Funeral

I didn't 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 I've 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 "I'm 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" I'm sorry my angels, but the world is not a safe place for babies They won't blame me, my whole life's been wasted The crime was committed against me first when I gave birth I'm not a nurturer, so I sent them innocent back to the earth Now I'm standing here reminiscing, sharpening these knives in the kitchen I think he'll be coming home soon, I wonder if he'll miss them You weren't aware of the female hysteria? It's scarier than miscarriages and the plans you weren't aware of In prenatal, premeditated hate I lied in wait And now with my fatal rage this genealogy's been erased An empty cradle remains - They'll 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