Exhumed - Postmortem Procedures Lyrics
In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of bone, I've coaxed confessionsfrom the lips of the dead, Postmortem scrutiny that has clinically shone, Thehorrifying facts that would have never been said... Unbosoming their secretsin the sickening results of their demise, Stomaching these wretched humanriddles, I carve, hack and slice, Illuminating the dusty skeletons that lurkin closets, bones and entrails, Enduring the ghastly visage of violent deathin my forensic travails... Whether in pieces or completely decomposed, I asseswith clinical indifference, The remnants of a life which grisly circumstancehas brought to this office, Ensuring that truth shall endure after the fleshhas crumbled and rotted away, Elucidating atrocities and carnage, thethankless job I perform day after day... Persistent incisions that cut to thequick are my stock in trade, To scrutinize what remains of a life,painstaking effort will have to be made, At times both evidence and flesh areprofoundly encrypted and shred, It can be murder to pry answers from themouths of the dead... A gutted torso can pose a bevy of answerless questionsto deliberate, Probing with a scalpel, I expose the morbid cavity that I nowmust eviscerate, Unlocking death's mysteries with my forceps, tweezers andsaw, Wringing revelations from a fibula, fossa or jaw... Recordingconfessions that are uttered without making a sound, From informants long deadthat I've culled from the ground, Beneath the pallid veil of cold flesh orenshrouded in the shredded remains of a face, Exhuming the truth is myoccupation, no matter how decrepit its resting place... Within the bowels of ahorribly mutilated corpse or a splattered brain, Picking apart flesh anddeceit til only the cold facts remain, Dead men will tell tales i
