Impaled - The Dead Shall Dead Remain Lyrics
Our hypothesis carried out on mortal remainsReal-life application tests our conjecturesIt seems despite our scientific progressAll we've proven is our abject failuresA foetid stench fills the airAnd with a pungent voice declaresThough we prod a cadaver with careThere is no life in thereAltruistic notions asideAnd the experiments we've triedThe veracity cannot be deniedThere is no cure for those who've diedRot, waste, spoil, bilgeThe cynics did maintainThe dead shall dead remainOur theory proved insaneThe dead shall dead remainA pallid visage stares in disgustThrough sockets laden with crustAt the bungle it would see in usIf it were not destined to be dustTurgid corpses received first aidIn our macabre palisadeVolts unleashed in a fussiladeBut no twitch from this inert promenadeA canon of soulless massesWhere no animation trespassesThese patchwork men that lie about in heapsThey reaped what we'd sewn, and showed what we reapedThis quartet can no longer sustainBeleaguered by a fatal admissionOur covent's work in this abbatoirBlaspheme the sanctity of a physicianRot, waste, spoil, bilgeThe cynics did maintainThe dead shall dead remainOur theory proved insaneThe dead shall dead remain
