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Impaled - Gorenography lyrics
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]
 [lyrics - Sean McGrath and Ross Sewage]
 Latent images in solutions submerged 
 A gallery of gore for posterity preserved 
 Your visage shall endure long after you've been laid to rest 
 Immortalized in celluloid as record of your death 
 A recremental work of art 
 Artuated straight from the heart 
 Your destiny is black and white 
 A grisly study in still life 
 A kalopsic collage is your patchwork grave 
 The cutting room floor is where you spend your last days 
 Anonymous atrocities, my subjects are the dead 
 An amateur gorenographer cutting off heads 
 Glistening gralloch, a zoetrope of rot 
 Exenterated torsos coacervate and clot 
 Veristic works of art are developed and displayed 
 Decomposed and posed as I prepare another plate 
 On my nefandous noctuary I diligently toil 
 For a carcass exfodiated from hallowed soil 
 An axunge prepared to grease the gears 
 Lacking my wit, kin may shed tears 
 Cohesive structure is what you lack Impaled - Gorenography - http://motolyrics.com/impaled/gorenography-lyrics.html
 A poultice of plaster will fill in the cracks 
 Sculptures in flesh are my medium du jour 
 Your puniceous effigy I faithfully restore 
Abdomen is spliced and the lighting is set 
 I'll develop your roll as my ensanguined subject 
 Holes drilled in your skull form a camera obscura 
 This document of death will be rather thorough 
 My scrapbook of horror is your final epitaph 
 Pictures from the after world, a corpse photographed 
 Your countenance embossed in silver gelatin 
 A gruesome reminder of your untimely end 
 A test sheet is used for the final cut 
 Through trial and error I make my decision 
 The template enlarged to a grainy print 
 This 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]
 Artistic license I must take 
 Depleted bones I'm apt to break I strike the set, this shoot is a wrap 
 Your casket occluded with residual scraps 
 The harvest I find in a moldering crate 
 A cadaverous curio with which I create















