The Embalmer from Mortuary Report by Grotesque Suturation

Embalming is not a work, it's a pleasure
Dig inside the dead is a necessary task
With my hands I willingly manipulate
infected tissue, blood vessels and damaged ligaments

Inebriating fumes I absorb
From that open torso they belong
The odour of infection is a drug for me
Stagnating blood on my hands I need

Coagulated fluids
Brownish organs full of maggots
Formaldehyde injection
Avoiding tissue fermentation

Decomposition I crave
But the skin is what I have to preserve
I keep all the organs for me
And I watch them decay as they take my breath away

(Solo: swollen liver blues)

This wooden casket will witness
All the final steps of this natural process
The worms will feast and the eyes will sink
The body fluids will run and rot away in a bliss

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