[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