I scrawled an ode to this mortal coil In scarlet upon your back I gnarled in code with dreadful toil A parting verse so black... Ivory skin streched out before me In frozen fields of pallid grace Livid eyes rolled back and silently implored me From out of your jaundiced face
Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb
A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard The time has come to mince more than words Parting words don`t often cut this deep Engraved on your back, the secrets we`ll keep
Though you`ll never read these empty words Upon the slab you lie so still They don`t cut as deep as you deserve Poetic licence to hack, maim, and kill...
The porcelain flesh that enshrouds you remains Were both my parchment and my muse Now incarnadined hand I penned these lines As best I could well manage I cruelly carved out these designs What words are worth in tissue damage...
Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb
A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard The time has come to mince more than words Parting words don`t often cut this deep Engraved on your back, the secrets we`ll keep...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
