The Patriarch's Dilemma Lyrics


Horrored laid bare in his crippled seed

The answer is clear: no need to breed

The counselor's downcast eyes

Told the whole story

Hereditary flaws discontinued lineage

On the ride home, his wife wailed, sobbing

Motherhood denied by her mate's withered body

He was silent while she was wracked with tears

Acknowledging inferior genetics

In a moment, her sorrow turned to rage

She screamed, "Why can't you just be a fucking man!"

Later in his study, drunk, bourbon turns to a plan

Tina from work eight months deep, can barely stand

"Anything for you, my dear," he takes the knife in his hand

Kicking in the backdoor

"Daddy's home!"

Tina attempts to escape, hobbled by her weight

Flipped on her back she defecates, expecting a rape

Horrific truth sets in, as with a grin

He lifts up her shirt and makes the initial incision

Corpse disposed, crime scene cleaned

His newborn son he holds tenderly

Late at night he returns with his bounty

Wife gently cradles the infant

"Oh daddy, he's got your eyes!"

Blood smears her face from the kisses