Lyrics Defuncts - Mortuary Drape

Defuncts

From the halter, from a crime, from a seance;
From a Burial, from a child, die in July;
From the pain … The Black Man
Of Defuncts … who appear in the dreams
Of Defuncts … lying on the plankbed morgue
Of Defuncts … who made to ring bells
Of Defuncts … who touch with their cold hands
Of Defuncts … who die young in summer dead
Of Defuncts, tales of hunted medianic
Of Defuncts … buried in desecrated ground
Of Defuncts who scream from the Coffin …
What’s the life for a Defunct?
It’s a life that should be
What’s the life for a living?
It’s a mask on borrow time …
When the Defuncts deceased violently in pain
Of Defuncts … who don’t realize be dead
Of Defuncts spit 'em out from medium mouth
Of Defuncts … summon back by conjuration