Lyrics Torturing the Deceased - Aggression

Torturing the Deceased

Death is certain, life is not
Rising from their coffin to tell their tales
Premature burial, slowly we rot
With a tube to provide a fresh supply of air
Lid is locked, trap in a tomb
Gently sleeping in my burial shroud
Dissected, while still alive
Blood gushed in abundance
From the first incision round
I see the dead, I see the dead
Because I’m one of them
Living my death
Torturing the deceased
A painful afterlife
Torturing the deceased
A psychic genocide
Torturing the deceased
Death on two legs
Hang the witch for infanticide
Anne Greene awoke
And she opened her eyes
She was dangling at the end of her noose
A living departed attending her own demise
Extreme measures, extreme responses
Sharp instruments and fire to sacrify
Imagination and creativity
Finding pleasure in torturing bodies
I see the dead, I see the dead
Because I’m one of them
Living my death
Torturing the deceased
A painful afterlife
Torturing the deceased
A psychic genocide
Torturing the deceased
Death on two legs