Death Mask Lyrics
| Song | Death Mask |
| Artist | Exhumed |
| Album | Gore Metal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Harvey |
| [00:25.738] | A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey |
| [00:27.591] | The haunting eyes of the lifeless not yet rotten |
| [00:29.479] | Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay |
| [00:31.425] | Chemicals course through passages that life has forgotten |
| [00:33.409] | Preservatives bubble and fume shades of jaundice and amber |
| [00:35.468] | Sequestered alone in my embalming chamber |
| [00:37.443] | Unknowing, unseeing, and laid spread-eagle on the slab |
| [00:39.436] | A lackluster piece of meat I polish, scrub, and swab |
| [00:41.704] | Meticulously grooming and brushing, clipping with care |
| [00:43.865] | Each detail is attended to as I drag a comb through the hair |
| [00:46.167] | I beautify the blemished face of the deceased |
| [00:48.412] | In the hopes that the bereaved will be somewhat at peace |
| [00:53.609] | Somewhat at peace |
| [00:57.640] | This is my endeavour of dubious merit |
| [00:59.272] | My morbid application of sleight of hand |
| [01:00.716] | A charlatan for the mourning and timid |
| [01:02.116] | A touch up artist for the dead, gone, and bland |
| [01:32.264] | To sanitize the ghastly countenance of death |
| [01:35.226] | Whose true rigors are best left unseen |
| [01:39.026] | Powders, puffs, and chemicals are all that is left |
| [01:42.457] | A corpse made to strut, prance, and preen |
| [01:53.790] | Romanticizing rigor mortis, and death be not vain |
| [01:55.897] | Caked with layers of powder, toner, and deceit |
| [01:58.151] | I vomit on the floor at the leering, smiling face |
| [02:00.468] | Leaving the deception not yet fully complete |
| [02:02.907] | My make-up kit now callously discarded |
| [02:05.178] | No more use for toners, blushes, and rouge |
| [02:07.079] | Extracting the tools of dissection |
| [02:09.097] | Forceps, scalpels, and pins I eagerly peruse |
| [02:11.211] | A sanguinary frenzy now ensues |
| [02:13.280] | Carving, rending, and generally making a mess |
| [02:15.734] | Carbonated embalming fluid foams from vacant eyesockets |
| [02:18.197] | Splattering and sullying your sunday best |
| [02:20.397] | Ineptly mangled and randomly remade |
| [02:22.124] | Taking a stab at plastic surgery on human remains |
| [02:23.704] | Weaving a wretched, fleshy tapestry of gore |
| [02:25.287] | A collage of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain |
| [02:27.087] | Your face stricken with total disfiguration |
| [02:28.660] | The dignity of death now cruelly erased |
| [02:30.152] | Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion |
| [02:31.584] | No pretense remains as you're sent off to your wake |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Harvey |
| [00:25.738] | A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey |
| [00:27.591] | The haunting eyes of the lifeless not yet rotten |
| [00:29.479] | Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay |
| [00:31.425] | Chemicals course through passages that life has forgotten |
| [00:33.409] | Preservatives bubble and fume shades of jaundice and amber |
| [00:35.468] | Sequestered alone in my embalming chamber |
| [00:37.443] | Unknowing, unseeing, and laid spreadeagle on the slab |
| [00:39.436] | A lackluster piece of meat I polish, scrub, and swab |
| [00:41.704] | Meticulously grooming and brushing, clipping with care |
| [00:43.865] | Each detail is attended to as I drag a comb through the hair |
| [00:46.167] | I beautify the blemished face of the deceased |
| [00:48.412] | In the hopes that the bereaved will be somewhat at peace |
| [00:53.609] | Somewhat at peace |
| [00:57.640] | This is my endeavour of dubious merit |
| [00:59.272] | My morbid application of sleight of hand |
| [01:00.716] | A charlatan for the mourning and timid |
| [01:02.116] | A touch up artist for the dead, gone, and bland |
| [01:32.264] | To sanitize the ghastly countenance of death |
| [01:35.226] | Whose true rigors are best left unseen |
| [01:39.026] | Powders, puffs, and chemicals are all that is left |
| [01:42.457] | A corpse made to strut, prance, and preen |
| [01:53.790] | Romanticizing rigor mortis, and death be not vain |
| [01:55.897] | Caked with layers of powder, toner, and deceit |
| [01:58.151] | I vomit on the floor at the leering, smiling face |
| [02:00.468] | Leaving the deception not yet fully complete |
| [02:02.907] | My makeup kit now callously discarded |
| [02:05.178] | No more use for toners, blushes, and rouge |
| [02:07.079] | Extracting the tools of dissection |
| [02:09.097] | Forceps, scalpels, and pins I eagerly peruse |
| [02:11.211] | A sanguinary frenzy now ensues |
| [02:13.280] | Carving, rending, and generally making a mess |
| [02:15.734] | Carbonated embalming fluid foams from vacant eyesockets |
| [02:18.197] | Splattering and sullying your sunday best |
| [02:20.397] | Ineptly mangled and randomly remade |
| [02:22.124] | Taking a stab at plastic surgery on human remains |
| [02:23.704] | Weaving a wretched, fleshy tapestry of gore |
| [02:25.287] | A collage of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain |
| [02:27.087] | Your face stricken with total disfiguration |
| [02:28.660] | The dignity of death now cruelly erased |
| [02:30.152] | Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion |
| [02:31.584] | No pretense remains as you' re sent off to your wake |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Harvey |
| [00:25.738] | A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey |
| [00:27.591] | The haunting eyes of the lifeless not yet rotten |
| [00:29.479] | Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay |
| [00:31.425] | Chemicals course through passages that life has forgotten |
| [00:33.409] | Preservatives bubble and fume shades of jaundice and amber |
| [00:35.468] | Sequestered alone in my embalming chamber |
| [00:37.443] | Unknowing, unseeing, and laid spreadeagle on the slab |
| [00:39.436] | A lackluster piece of meat I polish, scrub, and swab |
| [00:41.704] | Meticulously grooming and brushing, clipping with care |
| [00:43.865] | Each detail is attended to as I drag a comb through the hair |
| [00:46.167] | I beautify the blemished face of the deceased |
| [00:48.412] | In the hopes that the bereaved will be somewhat at peace |
| [00:53.609] | Somewhat at peace |
| [00:57.640] | This is my endeavour of dubious merit |
| [00:59.272] | My morbid application of sleight of hand |
| [01:00.716] | A charlatan for the mourning and timid |
| [01:02.116] | A touch up artist for the dead, gone, and bland |
| [01:32.264] | To sanitize the ghastly countenance of death |
| [01:35.226] | Whose true rigors are best left unseen |
| [01:39.026] | Powders, puffs, and chemicals are all that is left |
| [01:42.457] | A corpse made to strut, prance, and preen |
| [01:53.790] | Romanticizing rigor mortis, and death be not vain |
| [01:55.897] | Caked with layers of powder, toner, and deceit |
| [01:58.151] | I vomit on the floor at the leering, smiling face |
| [02:00.468] | Leaving the deception not yet fully complete |
| [02:02.907] | My makeup kit now callously discarded |
| [02:05.178] | No more use for toners, blushes, and rouge |
| [02:07.079] | Extracting the tools of dissection |
| [02:09.097] | Forceps, scalpels, and pins I eagerly peruse |
| [02:11.211] | A sanguinary frenzy now ensues |
| [02:13.280] | Carving, rending, and generally making a mess |
| [02:15.734] | Carbonated embalming fluid foams from vacant eyesockets |
| [02:18.197] | Splattering and sullying your sunday best |
| [02:20.397] | Ineptly mangled and randomly remade |
| [02:22.124] | Taking a stab at plastic surgery on human remains |
| [02:23.704] | Weaving a wretched, fleshy tapestry of gore |
| [02:25.287] | A collage of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain |
| [02:27.087] | Your face stricken with total disfiguration |
| [02:28.660] | The dignity of death now cruelly erased |
| [02:30.152] | Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion |
| [02:31.584] | No pretense remains as you' re sent off to your wake |
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