General anesthesia to induce medical unconsciousness
Guarantee loss of all protective reflexes
Dilation of the lower part of the parturient uterus
Open the cervix for me!
Earn their trust through competence shown again and again over time
In tender moments of desolation no one suspects my paternal crime
Successful surgical procedures once fulfilled my need for self-actualization
But award and altruistic pursuits rung hollow in my life's sunset
Oh how truly little I mean; to them I'm but a once-a-year pain
But to me they supply the precious meaning of life
A chance at parenthood to the countless condemned!
Pull them out in pieces, nearly unrecognizable
But each and every pile of fetal flesh is a son or daughter I will love and caress!
I am the father to the unborn descendants
Of the innocent and desperate convalescents
Now a family is formed
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
Oh! How their tiny underdeveloped cold hands warm my heart
As I exhibit them on stands
They're so cute at this age!
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
Look at my children, my dead kid collection
Suspended in- formaldehyde solvent
(Formaldehyde solvent)
Preserving their flesh
Floor to the ceiling, there's 46 children in bottles
Each has a name that I use when I talk to my children
Oh! How adoption has fulfilled me
But a biological need still exists to establish my own bloodline!
I will inseminate the most trusting of my dearest patients
Fill 'em up during routine procedures and in a month
They'll come back with my kids
Pull them out in pieces, nearly unrecognizable
But each and every pile of fetal flesh is a son or daughter
I will love and caress
I am the father to the unborn descendants
Of the innocent and desperate convalescents
Now a family is formed
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
Oh! How their tiny underdeveloped cold hands warm my heart
As I exhibit them on stands
They're so cute at this age!
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
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General anesthesia to induce medical unconsciousness
Guarantee loss of all protective reflexes
Dilation of the lower part of the parturient uterus
Open the cervix for me!
Earn their trust through competence shown again and again over time
In tender moments of desolation no one suspects my paternal crime
Successful surgical procedures once fulfilled my need for self-actualization
But award and altruistic pursuits rung hollow in my life's sunset
Oh how truly little I mean; to them I'm but a once-a-year pain
But to me they supply the precious meaning of life
A chance at parenthood to the countless condemned!
Pull them out in pieces, nearly unrecognizable
But each and every pile of fetal flesh is a son or daughter I will love and caress!
I am the father to the unborn descendants
Of the innocent and desperate convalescents
Now a family is formed
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
Oh! How their tiny underdeveloped cold hands warm my heart
As I exhibit them on stands
They're so cute at this age!
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
Look at my children, my dead kid collection
Suspended in- formaldehyde solvent
(Formaldehyde solvent)
Preserving their flesh
Floor to the ceiling, there's 46 children in bottles
Each has a name that I use when I talk to my children
Oh! How adoption has fulfilled me
But a biological need still exists to establish my own bloodline!
I will inseminate the most trusting of my dearest patients
Fill 'em up during routine procedures and in a month
They'll come back with my kids
Pull them out in pieces, nearly unrecognizable
But each and every pile of fetal flesh is a son or daughter
I will love and caress
I am the father to the unborn descendants
Of the innocent and desperate convalescents
Now a family is formed
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
Oh! How their tiny underdeveloped cold hands warm my heart
As I exhibit them on stands
They're so cute at this age!
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
Guarantee loss of all protective reflexes
Dilation of the lower part of the parturient uterus
Open the cervix for me!
Earn their trust through competence shown again and again over time
In tender moments of desolation no one suspects my paternal crime
Successful surgical procedures once fulfilled my need for self-actualization
But award and altruistic pursuits rung hollow in my life's sunset
Oh how truly little I mean; to them I'm but a once-a-year pain
But to me they supply the precious meaning of life
A chance at parenthood to the countless condemned!
Pull them out in pieces, nearly unrecognizable
But each and every pile of fetal flesh is a son or daughter I will love and caress!
I am the father to the unborn descendants
Of the innocent and desperate convalescents
Now a family is formed
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
Oh! How their tiny underdeveloped cold hands warm my heart
As I exhibit them on stands
They're so cute at this age!
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
Look at my children, my dead kid collection
Suspended in- formaldehyde solvent
(Formaldehyde solvent)
Preserving their flesh
Floor to the ceiling, there's 46 children in bottles
Each has a name that I use when I talk to my children
Oh! How adoption has fulfilled me
But a biological need still exists to establish my own bloodline!
I will inseminate the most trusting of my dearest patients
Fill 'em up during routine procedures and in a month
They'll come back with my kids
Pull them out in pieces, nearly unrecognizable
But each and every pile of fetal flesh is a son or daughter
I will love and caress
I am the father to the unborn descendants
Of the innocent and desperate convalescents
Now a family is formed
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
Oh! How their tiny underdeveloped cold hands warm my heart
As I exhibit them on stands
They're so cute at this age!
They are their father's sons
They are their father's sons
Writer: Corpse Maker
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