Carcass
Despicable
1. The Living Dead at the Manchester Morgue
The Living Dead at the Manchester Morgue
I’m Only Haunted by the living
No Phantasm, Ghoul Spectre Pursuits me
Na Ageless Ecolic True Ghost History
A Mellancholic Gloomy Blanket Conforting
Overcast nebula of impeding dread
A dimming contentemente dissipates
Divinely baptised in misery
An Obstuse Benumbing Merciless Fate
Recognise, realise
the truth that it’s me who is haunting you
Repeat verses 1 & 2
I Waltz/Walk among the living dead
A gutteral Ballent
An atrocious funeration Morbid/gruesome Parqueette
Calignous Philosophy
Persisteng Hauntology
Firmly Bludgeoned
So let them lie
Dissolving/Reposing six feet under in the quicklime
In their own lives
The supne mortified petrified
Let bleeding corpse Lie
So let them lie - materialisation
So let them lie – tactle visitation
2. The Long and Winding Bier Road
The Requality of Death, We are not amused
With Mouthfull of boo, the somothering of the muse
Deprived of Breath, set the grubs consumo
In the absense of God – Please Turn out
The lights as you leave, leave the room
Take a Stroll down the bierroad
Down to the Memory cemetery, go
You Walk alone down the corpse road
Down to the Memory cemetery where
Tombstones are Sown
The Judgecherry of the believe, your own grave you escavate
Please come swallow my pride a gag your own mistakes
Yet still there’s no tears of grief, a
Clown with a face that never smiles
But please believe when I say that I’m
Dying of Laughter inside
The extoxicante perfume of this
Inhumane refluxe
In the majesty of death the dirt you
Are suposed consumed
Deceased inside, entombed alive
Subjugate the beasts or by the
Suffocationg smothering teat
Theliving dissifie, deseased inside
Falling on death ears a bedtime bell
Book and candle for you
Deceased inside, entombed alive
Subjugate the beasts or by the
Book and candle smouldering just for you
Life is a funeral bitch
3. Under the Scalpel Blade
Under the scalpel blade
You're the slithering
Ectothermal
White serpent, Sigma
The Aldrich Weller Swann-Morton and sterilance
Caduceus rise
Caduceus writhe
You're the wriggling
Squirming worm
Annelid Ailee Hill rom
The Hoffman geister feather and Auro lab
Caduceus rise
Caduceus writhe
The serpent thrives
From the maternity ward
To the cold morgue
Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade
Theater of operations
The cruciform staff and
Snake
Snake
Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade
Theater of operations
The caress of exquisite
Pain
Pain
Under the scalpel blade!
Caduceus rise
Caduceus writhe
The serpent thrives
From the maternity ward
To the cold morgue
Yeah!
Caduceus rise
The serpent thrives!
Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade
Theater of operations
The cruciform staff and
Snake
Snake
Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade
Theater of operations
The caress of exquisite
Pain
Pain
Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade
Theater of operations
The cruciform staff and
Snake
Snake
Under the scalpel...
The scalpel blade
4. Slaughtered in Soho
Excercicing demons, Excorcising Reason....
Thirsty temperence will no suduce this temper seasoned
There’s no solace to be found in this Southern descomfort
A toast to Lilithcide, the unholy spirit image
Slaughtered, wasted, legless, Half cut
Slaughtered
Nefarious narrative in the morbid drowning
Simply a matter o liver of deaath
Or Am I merely bathing
I watch your life melt away like warm
Ice in a empty glass
Play host to the demon seed
Don’t you know, not only women bleed
Slaughtered-Last orders, legless, harmless, Half cut
Slaughtered-always down the worst an never across
Slaughtered-it is Always better to have loathed and lost
A Hellion on Earth, to this a glass I raise
Granden consumption, the bitterness I can almost taste
Deadly libation, lugus naturae host
Last rites, Last orders, deadly comastosed
Whitechapel will never be mine
So another drink I shall be inbide
The leather apron rules divine,
the true Pos paradigm
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