His mother didn't know
She'd been in a coma for about a year or so
Images of horror spun around my head like so many undead vultures
While deep inside her womb life spread, sparked by those active cultures

My cottage cheese son
My lord what have I done?
Released into the wild
This monstrosity... this god forsaken child.

I named my boy Samuel Malone
Created by my hand alone
I watched this dairy grow
But I'm just a man. How was I to know?

My horrid little boy.
Conceived in blinding lactose joy.
Who knew the evil that would spring fourth when you sprang to life?
The curdled milk gestating in the womb of my brain-dead wife.

My cottage cheese son
My lord what have I done?
Released into the wild
This monstrosity... this god forsaken child.

There must be an end!
I must make this world safe again!
I must take my son's life away
for he must not live another day.

I led him down to the river
and though the air was hot as hell I began to shiver
I know what I had done was wrong
So I told my boy he'd better come along.

Come now my little son (my little son)
It's time this thing was done (time this thing was done)
I Drowned my little boy there in the water
To make room for my yogurt daughter.

My cottage cheese son
My lord what have I done?
I've got a space to fill. I can still hear you whisper.
At least my dairy love lives on within your yogurt sister.