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

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