Momma's Marrow STEW

By PROJECT MONROE · Gothic Metal · From the album THE HORROR CONTINUES

**Momma's Marrow Stew**

*(Intro – Spoken, low and eerie, with a slow fiddle scrape)*

Hush now, child, the pot's on the boil...

Family's callin', don't make a noise.

*(Verse 1)*

Little Timmy's tummy growls in the dead of night,

Kitchen light flickers, shadows dance just right.

Momma's humming low, knife scraping bone so sweet,

Daddy's femur simmers, carrots in the heat.

She carved him up slow while he begged on the floor,

Whispered, "Family's forever, now open the door."

Blood on the apron, stains like a map,

Of all the places we'll never come back.

*(Pre-Chorus)*

The oven's glowin', the timer ticks slow,

What's love if not sharin' what you know?

*(Chorus)*

Stir the pot, ladle the red,

Marrow's the secret, keeps us fed.

Sip the broth, feel the crunch,

Love's in the pieces we munch.

Bite down hard on the gristle and vein,

Taste the betrayal, wash away the pain.

Momma's marrow stew, oh, it's callin' your name—

Family forever, playin' the game.

*(Verse 2)*

Timmy dips his spoon, tastes the warmth of home,

Bits of tendon tangle, never eat alone.

Next it's Uncle Joe, strung up by his toes,

Guts for garlands, eyes in the Jell-O bowls.

Momma winks, "Your turn when you're grown,"

But Timmy's sharpening, heart already stone.

He watches her slice, learns the curve of the blade,

Dreams of the day when the roles'll trade.

*(Pre-Chorus)*

The steam rises high, carryin' the scent,

Of secrets buried, but never repent.

*(Chorus)*

Stir the pot, ladle the red,

Marrow's the secret, keeps us fed.

Sip the broth, feel the crunch,

Love's in the pieces we munch.

Bite down hard on the gristle and vein,

Taste the betrayal, wash away the pain.

Momma's marrow stew, oh, it's callin' your name—

Family forever, playin' the game.

*(Bridge – Slow build, with dissonant strings and a child's distant whimper)*

One night Timmy wakes to the creak of the stair,

Momma's silhouette, scissors glintin' in her hair.

"You're big enough now," she coos with a grin,

"Time to feed the cycle, let the feedin' begin."

He grabs for the handle, but it's slippery with gore,

She pins him down gentle, just like before.

The knife finds his ribs, a soft, wet pop,

And he whispers, "I love you," as the darkness drops.

*(Verse 3)*

Now Momma stirs solo, the pot overflows,

Timmy's sweetmeats bubblin', nobody knows.

She ladles it out for the ghosts at the table,

Daddy's laugh echoes, Uncle's fables unstable.

The hunger's a circle, it twists and it turns,

Burns in your belly, for lessons unlearned.

She hums that old tune, knife dancin' once more,

Waitin' for the next one to walk through the door.

*(Final Chorus – Building to a frenzy, layered vocals like overlapping screams)*

Stir the pot, ladle the red,

Marrow's the secret, keeps us fed.

Sip the broth, feel the crunch,

Love's in the pieces we munch.

Bite down hard on the gristle and vein,

Taste the betrayal, wash away the pain.

Momma's marrow stew, oh, it's callin' your name—

Family forever... (echo: forever...) playin' the game.

*(Outro – Fading fiddle, pot bubbling SFX, whispered ad-libs)*

Bowl runs dry, but the hunger stays...

Family feast in eternal haze...

Stir it up, child... stir it up...

Mmm, just like Momma... just like us...

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About Gothic Metal

Dark, atmospheric metal combining symphonic elements with gothic aesthetics, featuring clean and harsh vocals, melancholic melodies, and themes of romance and darkness. Bands include: Type O Negative, Paradise Lost, The Gathering

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