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Postmortem Procedures
(专辑: Gore Metal - 1998)
In the
dissection of flesh and the
sawing of bone I've coaxed confessions from the
lips of the
dead Postmortem scrutiny that has clinically shone The
horrifying facts that would have never been said Unbosoming their secrets in the
sickening results of their demise Stomaching these wretched human riddles, I
carve, hack and slice Illuminating the
dusty skeletons that lurk in closets, bones and entrails Enduring the
ghastly visage of death in my forensic travails Whether in pieces or completely decomposed, I
asses with clinical indifference The
remnants of a
life which grisly circumstance has brought to this office Ensuring that truth shall endure after the
flesh has crumbled and rotted away Elucidating atrocities and carnage, the
thankless job I
perform day after day Persistent incisions that cut to the
quick are my stock in trade To scrutinize what remains of a
life, painstaking effort will have to be made At times both evidence and flesh are profoundly encrypted and shred It can be murder to pry answers from the
mouths of the
dead A
gutted torso can pose a
bevy of answerless questions to deliberate Probing with a
scalpel, I
expose the
morbid cavity that I
now must eviscerate Unlocking death's mysteries with my forceps, tweezers and saw Wringing revelations from a
fibula, fossa or jaw Recording confessions that are uttered without making a
sound From informants long dead that I've culled from the
ground Beneath the
pallid veil of cold flesh or enshrouded in the
shredded remains of a
face Exhuming the
truth is my occupation, no matter how decrepit its resting place Within the
bowels of a
horribly mutilated corpse or a
splattered brain Picking apart flesh and deceit 'til only the
cold facts remain Dead men will tell tales if you know how to listen and learn Even when they've been stabbed, beaten, shot, hacked up and burned This morbid quest for knowledge is not without its rewards Much can be extrapolated from a
decrepit infants gourd My bureau's a
slab, my text is a
corpse, and I've studied with sincere, ardent fervor And found that often man's inhumanity to man is all to well deserved
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