Thing Baby Lyrics

Fattened by grubs, hairless and helpless.
Distended belly protruding from swamp grass.
The best gift a mother could ask for,
To keep a thing-baby warm.
To stunt its growth, encase it in resin.
Safe from the world and decomposition.
Left to gestate.
She always had an aversion to nesting.
Mummification.
The hardest crime to justify.
One day you'll understand.
I hope you never find me.