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(Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey) |
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(Lead - Matt) |
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The ashen grey muse commissions a new verse |
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A song to while away the long sojourn in the hearse |
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Yet all of us who danse macabre to these dour, dismal tunes |
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Become cold, grim and hard as the dirt upon the tomb... |
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In darkened dirges death's knell peals out it's toll |
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As another cadaver is consigned six feet down to its hole |
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But ere the last shovel of dirt falls on the wall of the box |
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We gravely offer a salute to those about to rot... |
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So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the dead |
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Life's course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid |
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As from our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in red |
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Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead... |
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(Lead - Mike) |
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The humor of the gallons never fails to ring true |
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In this dead, bleak, sick world that we're hung, drawn and quartered though |
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As each internecine instrument plays its own bloody part |
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The hammering of coffin nails outpaces the beating of our hearts... |
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Symphonic surgery orchestrated, a cleaver conducts |
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The execrable epiphany comes too late, just to reduce us to chunks |
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Rising up from the sod heaves a gross, putrid breath |
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As the chorus is joined in this song for the dead... |
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So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the dead |
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Life's course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid |
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As from our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in red |
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Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead... |
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(Lead - Matt) |
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Truncated toccatas deranged - raked across barbed strings and hacked |
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Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained - plucked upon heartstring stretched |
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on the rack |
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Medicinal movements decomposed - Regurgitating oratorios obscene |
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Forensic fugues and de-boned - Mutilating the melody's method and means... |
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The crepitated coda dies in mid-refrain |
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As the sheet-music is obscured by a sanguine scarlet stain |
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Shattered stave lodged in your split-open splattered brain |
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The ruptured meter falters as the bow is fretted once again... |
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Acrid arias are screeched |
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The bloated thorax is breached |
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Abrading viscera with bleach |
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Grotesquely gavage the deceased... |
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(Lead - Matt) |
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Cleaving the clef |
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Broken notes bleed into a mess |
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Falling on ears so deaf |
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So it ever is in death... |
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Carbonized cantatas corrupt - ringing out, sewing seeds of dischord and |
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dismay |
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Suppurated sonatas erupt - Purulent pizzicatos slicing every which way |
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The truncated cadence is sundered - Bloody scraps of sheet music |
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unintellibly scrawled |
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Threnodies resonate six feet under - To where all life's fractured melodies |
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will finally resolve... |
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The symphonic slaughter's swells without restraint |
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As the cacophonous cadenza splits your eardrums clean in twain |
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The repugnant orchestra pit an abattoir of death and pain |
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The hatchet falls in sharp staccato until everyone is slain... |
