Lyrics Deathmask - Exhumed

Deathmask

A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey, The haunting eyes of the lifeless
Not yet rotten, Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay, Chemicals course
Through passages that life has forgotten, Preservatives bubble and fume shades
Of jaundice and amber, Sequestered alone in my embalming chamber, Unknowing
Unseeing, and laid spread-eagle on the slab, A lackluster piece of meat I
Polish, scrub, and swab… Meticulously grooming and brushing, clipping with
Care, Each detail is attended to as I drag a comb through the hair, I beautify
The blemished face of the deceased, In the hopes that the bereaved will be
Somewhat at peace… This is my endeavour of dubious merit, My morbid
Application of sleight of hand, A charlatan for the mourning and timid, A
Touch up artist for the dead, gone, and bland… To sanitize the ghastly
Countenance of death, Whose true rigors are best left unseen, Powders
Puffs, and chemicals are all that is left, A corpse made to strut, prance, and
Preen… Romanticizing rigor mortis, and death be not vain, Caked with layers
Of powder, toner, and deceipt, I vomit on the floor at the leering, smiling
Face, Leaving the deception not yet fully complete… My make-up kit now
Callously discarded, No more use for toners, blushes, and rouge, Extracting
The tools of dissection, Forceps, scalpels, and pins I eagerly peruse… A
Sanguinary frenzy now ensues, Carving, rending, and generally making a mess
Carbonated embalming fluid foams from vacant eyesockets, Splattering and
Sullying your sunday best… Ineptly mangled and randomly remade, Taking a
Stab at plastic surgery on human remains, Weaving a wretched, fleshy tapestry
Of gore, A collage of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain… Your face
Stricken with total disfiguration, The dignity of death now cruelly erased
Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion, No pretense remains
As you’re sent off to your wake…