Dinnertime.

Think of the children
Caught deep in their way
So mindless, so thoughtless
Who frolic and play

How dare they speak nonsense
Spilled out from cleft tongue
To bleed out contusions

In which harmony's sung

They rake and they claw
For momma to please
And rip out plain eyeballs
It's oh but a tease

I'm filling their throats up
With razors and clay
Between gasping breaths
They spit and they spray

They wanted a mother
What they got was a knife
Plunged into their skulls
An abrupt end to the strife

Now daddy's now hungry
He craves to be fed
Oh I'll give him something
I'll feed him the dead

On bones he'll be snapping
And livers and lungs
His children appeasing
Betwixt spittle and dung

Now mommy's the monster
Within nightmares I dwell
But to the outside world
By god, I'll never tell...