His morbid act was done lonely He knew that the bastard son wasn't his So he turned his wife to shredded meat She screamed and pissed in pain He laughed when slashed her eyes Mangled her members with a saw Her mouth foaming, having convulsions Opened her belly with bare hands Slashed the woman searching her womb And ate her innards holding the embryo It was insanely erased with a sandpaper Then he nailed it upon the fire place As a reward for his bloody hunt He buried its corpse in the garden He learned to live with this Because now his obscure past Lies six feet down the ground