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How restless the dead seem to me

unloving remains I did see

Cadavers are breathing in life

Awake from their dreamlessness

Their uniforms' clammy and cold

Bluing stiff to hold

What song do they sing in their head?

This last dance will be for the dead

Tonight they roam the vaults

The living dead

Not to kill or feed human flesh

Their dead brains are receiving a transmission

From unknown sonic waves they hear the sound

Metal pounds its way

As their rotting heads decay

Rising up out of the drawer

In search for something more

Feel the power in their veins

As they use their last remains

To stand and jump about

Because they are

Dancing in the morgue

I can see them

Dancing in the morgue

What I have seen and what I have learned

I must say it's been so divine

This white padded room, an armor of gloom

I've witnessed a bastardized hall