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Morgue Boss
04:17
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This is my morgue
There are many like it but this one is mine
The dead are my best friends, the staples, tubes, and knives
And I must master them all, as I must the afterlife
This is my scalpel
There are many like it, but none sharp as mine
Shredding through corpses
Without me it's useless, without it I die
For years I've lurked
Amongst the tile and steel
Night and day, I have worked
With the cloak of the reaper hot on my heels
Frayed are my nerves
By the hacks in this field
Who do not deserve
The titles they hold, or the ideals they steal
Its off with your head
For betraying the mortician's decree
You have no respect for the dead
And when you kick the bucket, your corpse comes to me
By needle and thread
I'll create a monstrosity
My hunger be fed
To disgrace your cadaver horrendously
I am Morgue Boss, and this rule is mine
I built this trough for you filthy swine
You've bastardized and exploited death
You've demoralized what little was left
I've wrenched within
Grown sick as I've watched
The hides you've ruined
and incisions you've botched
The ultimate sin
is that you still walk
with tunnel vision
to the chopping block
CHOP!
Dishonored - disgraced
Your parts - displaced
Your name - scratched on my slate
Strictly enforced by our laws of the saw
Your humiliated corpse, left out creeping the gate
You will not
Rest in peace
(Lead - Slime)
Access denied to the mortuary
Left forgotten with no obituary
Access denied to the cemetery
Left unburied with no obituary
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The Existential Drift
03:48
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(Lead - John)
Nothing has ever really mattered
Of meaning this world is bereft
For an eternity I've contributed to the cesspool
and now ride the winds of the existential drift
Years of exposure
To the radiation, and the havoc reeked
by pollution
Has carved me hollow
With corporate sedation
To end all existence
Is the only solution
A surge of life - to breed death
I have now begun to feel again
Morbid assault of energy
Will pave the way to our last breath
I feel it pulling from beneath the floor
Macabre exhilaration beads my pores
Atomic waste that flows through the sewer
Will hold the key to my renewal
I WILL TRANSFORM!
(Lead - Slime)
By an atomic fist of burning wrath
I will construct a massive grave
A flame will burn to light the path
Post mortem march of reaper's slaves
To reap what I have sewn
I must become death
Nothing really fucking matters
Of meaning this world is bereft
Worthless objects floating freely
Ride the winds of the existential drift
(Lead - Slime)
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