Dross of the Decomposing Lyrics


(solo: “Mourning apathy”)

(solo: “Cineraria cleansing and preparing the hearth of crematorial furnace”)

Stunted and anatomized stiff

Tied up awry steel grate

With swabs and spoons I am cleansing greasy postmortal suet

Slopily bustle around slimy cadaver

Calcium overproduction sculpted a quaint figuration

The art of rigor mortis

Sniffing a handful of cemetery soil, from memorial sachet I gain from your tomb

Narcotic libation aperitif

(solo: “Abuse of psychotropic medicines”)

Irritated septum shyly bleed, as I inhale solvent vapor

A quick kick of the synapses and I am stimulated (anesthetized)

Nasty practices, collecting aromatic sepsis

Body fluids and fruits of putrefactive fermentation, providently preserved in test-tubes

Upon the flame of acetylene torch, necrotic secretions crystallize

Glass is tarnish as decomposed offal cooks in the vats

With insalubrious pride I wallow in my next success

While anticipating I treat myself with your odour again

Moral objections flew with a smoke

For me to persist my morbid joke

Crystals melted out of epidermal phlegm I pour into mortar

Grinded to a powder and divided with a razor

Olfactory experiences that any suspicious specific cannot make

Plundering and gutting are entertaining when you snort dross of the decomposing

(solo: “Shake the hand of deceased”)

(solo: “Oily melange of inebriate with metabolised fats”)

Back to the cadaver

Fertilizers collected from this carcass, such a sumptuous aperitif

Another shot of cremated coke, emptying contents of urn

Cancerous tissue is thrown on the gridiron, thickened soup

Irrigation and lymph lavaging with a rotting puss saline

In narcotic frenzy, seams on the mortician’s Y-cut are ripped

Eyes turn inside the skull during this stupefying inhalation of cascading nauseating bitter-sweet aromas and flavours

Forceps and retractors are providing access to fermenting parenchyma

Steaming softened chyme is degustated and masticated once again

Postmortal maiming of a rotting dead

Disjointed phalanges, soaked in formaldehyde are greedily devoured

Limestone protrusions are excised and pulverized

Meted with smelling salts and tegretol, another shot

At last you are landing on a fiery grate

Carbonization of tissues and hollow abdomen

Separately cremated flesh and bones

I am pouring your dregs into the phial for later use

Straight into fictile urn

Pillaging, fermenting, severe intemperance and dizzy merriment

Work in crematorium is amusing when you snort dross of the decomposing