Impaled - Gorenography Lyrics
Latent images in solutions submergedA gallery of gore for posterity preservedYour visage shall endure long after you've been laid to restImmortalized in celluloid as record of your deathA recremental work of artArtuated straight from the heartYour destiny is black and whiteA grisly study in still lifeA kalopsic collage is your patchwork graveThe cutting room floor is where you spend your last daysAnonymous atrocities, my subjects are the deadAn amateur gorenographer cutting off headsGlistening gralloch, a zoetrope of rotExenterated torsos coacervate and clotVeristic works of art are developed and displayedDecomposed and posed as I prepare another plateOn my nefandous noctuary I diligently toilFor a carcass exfodiated from hallowed soilAn axunge prepared to grease the gearsLacking my wit, kin may shed tearsCohesive structure is what you lackA poultice of plaster will fill in the cracksSculptures in flesh are my medium du jourYour puniceous effigy I faithfully restoreAbdomen is spliced and the lighting is setI'll develop your roll as my ensanguined subjectHoles drilled in your skull form a camera obscuraThis document of death will be rather thoroughMy scrapbook of horror is your final epitaphPictures from the after world, a corpse photographedYour countenance embossed in silver gelatinA gruesome reminder of your untimely endA test sheet is used for the final cutThrough trial and error I make my decisionThe template enlarged to a grainy printThis excoriated exhibit, my final revision[solo: "Welcome to the Bone Room" by L.d. Muerte][solo: "Matted and Framed for Decay" by S.C. McGrath]
