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The Dead Shall Dead Remain
Our hypothesis carried out on mortal remains Real-life application tests our conjectures It seems despite our scientific progress All we've proven is our abject failures
A foetid stench fills the air And with a pungent voice declares Though we prod a cadaver with care There is no life in there Altruistic notions aside And the experiments we've tried The veracity cannot be denied There is no cure for those who've died
Rot, waste, spoil, bilge
The cynics did maintain The dead shall dead remain Our theory proved insane The dead shall dead remain
A pallid visage stares in disgust Through sockets laden with crust At the bungle it would see in us If it were not destined to be dust Turgid corpses received first aid In our macabre palisade Volts unleashed in a fussilade
But no twitch from this inert promenade A canon of soulless masses Where no animation trespasses These patchwork men that lie about in heaps
They reaped what we'd sewn, and showed what we reaped
This quartet can no longer sustain Beleaguered by a fatal admission Our covent's work in this abbatoir Blaspheme the sanctity of a physician
Rot, waste, spoil, bilge
The cynics did maintain The dead shall dead remain Our theory proved insane The dead shall dead remain
Critical Condition
I'm still registering a flatline on the EKG - no pulse, no BP. Is this defibrulator even plugged in? Affirmative, the monitor shows full power. Clear! Increase the drip. Forget the drip, give me 100 CC's directly into the jugular. Christ! The infectant's spilling out of his ass. Abdominal adema -- lower the valve pressure. Still flatlining, negative brain function. Ahhh! Remove the ventral sucures and spread the ribs - I'm going directly for the heart. It's not working. 500 CC's of atrepine now in the right ventricle. But that's enough to kill him! Which really isn't a problem, considering he's still dead.
Medical Waste
We have started over the precipice of mortality And death's gaping maw could not be sated Our deviant feats could not attain immortality In shame, we vow our flesh to be uncreated
Putrescence and filth, within our lab and within ourselves The mocking corpses bloat and distend This reeking rubbage will dispel When our lives, by our own hands, we'll dutifully end
In vaporous rooms, veins swell to burst Anesthesia is applied Scalpels lick our forearms and wrists Doctor assisted suicide
Caught in the act, we are red-handed From the antibrachium, flesh is disbanded Anti-coagulants of our invention Will ensure no bloodflow retention
Goblets are filled with the reagent Our work's micturation A toast is raised to time spent On failed experimentation
Noxious salves enkindling throats Congealing on tongues in coats With instruments we have fathered We'll proceed to disembowel each other
Fraternal dissection
Detritus of a cold cook... medical waste Keech of those that were burked... medical waste Sweetmeats hung from rusted hooks ... medical waste Maladroit surgical jerks... we're medical wastes
Lacerated midsections... medical waste Sucking wounds filling lungs... medical waste Our avulsed intestines... medical waste Errorist physicians... we're medical wastes
Our characters are mortally wounded Teetotaciously rent corporeal shells And now our blood and grue is self-exuded For from Icarian heights we fell
Dead Alive
Shrouded by this mortal veil, something has gone wrong Engaging conscious thought, though we are dead gone A new beginning to the physiological But as we decompose, the pain is unbearable
Cellular dissolution, structures in decay Our systems in disarray Glistening lividity on exfodiating skin Living decomposition
From beyond the pale, we survive The pain of being dead alive
Eyeballs exssicate As moisture dissipates The epidermis shrinks As a countenance sinks No marrow left to slake Dried bones as they break Muscles liquify As the skelature is nullified
The abdomen distends With noxious gasses that offend
Organs dessicate A foul odor we execrate
Four disparate minds converge on one theorem Merits were to be had for our death-defying serum Decomposing and gutted, our existence it prolonged Though we have died, still we live on
Post-mortem torturing, immortal suffering Pain receptors functioning I am Chris Zewe Prone amongst detritus without ambulation No tomb, no rest, no supplication
We suffer while our nervous systems thrive The pain of being dead alive
We never wanted to revive The pain of being dead alive
Coda Morte [Instrumental]
Impaled: Date: 2015-12-24; view: 962
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