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(Music: Steer)(Lyrics: Walker) |
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Striking up my discordant underture |
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A carnal cacophony perversely penned |
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Transposed...and decomposed |
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On strings fashioned from human twine |
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Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow |
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Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate |
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In a final death-throe |
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Vibrant as |
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I thresh... |
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Movements scripted for the dead... |
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Orchestral horrors |
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I vehemently conduct |
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My corpus concertos cordial |
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Disinterred... and detuned |
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With six feet below |
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In harmony with the deceased |
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My inspiration...your disintegration |
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For my latest masterpiece |
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My score creeps your flesh.. |
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Notes seep from sinewy frets... |
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But don't hold your breath |
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As you wait for your god or the void |
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Or the abyss of nothingness |
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Your usefulness isn't through |
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Your productivity |
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I resume... |
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My sordid, soiled handicrafts |
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Will be your afterlife's handicap...... |
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My corrupt crescendos...... |
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Will leave you out on a limbo...... |
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Your disposition |
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I unleash...... |
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You will rest in my piece... |
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With deadly dynamics |
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You're dead, buried and barred |
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Your remains dampened and fingered |
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Your mortal coil is barbed |
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The death-bells are peeling |
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Ringing out as you flake |
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Shrieking out their recitals |
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A celebration of your wake... |
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Enter my funereality |
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My world two metres under |
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A curious habitat |
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Your muddy trench |
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I plunderPass on to ethereality |
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Churned out under the sextant's blade |
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You live your life in wretchedness |
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And death is no escape...(Lead: The ascent to eternal pandemonium and tabulature by W.G. Steer) |
