Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Autopsy, artist - Autopsy. Album song Tourniquets, Hacksaws & Graves, in the genre Date of issue: 20.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
Autopsy |
| Let us be stillborn |
| We’re mauled, embalmed, from wombs we’re torn |
| The madness critical |
| We’re charred, diseased, we’re funerals |
| Your vacant coffin waits |
| Disemboweled, you’re maggot bait |
| For air you vainly gasp |
| This severed breath will be your last |
| Can you hear the funeral bell |
| Ringing in your brain? |
| Falling, crawling, casket calling |
| You’re just a mass of burnt decay |
| There’s a hole in your head, your flesh it crawls |
| The day of bloody slaughter is now |
| Crusades of darkness, bonesaws rip |
| The only path is six feet down |
| Autopsy |
| Autopsy on your burning corpse |
| Autopsy |
| Autopsy, death is your reward |
| Ravenous freaks and fiends for blood |
| Plunge you into blackness within |
| Your rotting face is frozen with fear |
| As the walls of the coffin close in |
| Brain damaged, you bathe in flames |
| Your bowels ripped in a violated grave |
| Sadistic spilling of blood, you were always about to die |
| You’re full of maggot holes, your corpse it shall not rise |
| The headless ritual emblazened in the crimson skies |