Deathmask Songtext
von Exhumed

A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey


The haunting eyes of the lifeless
Not yet rotten
Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay
Chemicals course
Through passages that life has forgotten
Preservatives bubble and fume shades
Of jaundice and amber
Sequestered alone in my embalming chamber
Unknowing
Unseeing, and laid spread-eagle on the slab, A lackluster piece of meat I
Polish, scrub, and swab
Meticulously grooming and brushing, clipping with care
Each detail is attended to as I drag a comb through the hair, I beautify
The blemished face of the deceased
In the hopes that the bereaved will be
Somewhat at peace
This is my endeavour of dubious merit
My morbid
Application of sleight of hand
A charlatan for the mourning and timid
A touch up artist for the dead, gone, and bland
To sanitize the ghastly
Countenance of death
Whose true rigors are best left unseen,
Powders
Puffs, and chemicals are all that is left
A corpse made to strut, prance, and
Preen
Romanticizing rigor mortis, and death be not vain
Caked with layers
Of powder, toner, and deceipt
I vomit on the floor at the leering, smiling face
Leaving the deception not yet fully complete
My make-up kit now
Callously discarded
No more use for toners, blushes, and rouge, extracting
The tools of dissection, forceps, scalpels, and pins I eagerly peruse
A Sanguinary frenzy now ensues
Carving, rending, and generally making a mess
Carbonated embalming fluid foams from vacant eyesockets
Splattering and sullying your sunday best
Ineptly mangled and randomly remade
Taking a stab at plastic surgery on human remains
Weaving a wretched, fleshy tapestry
Of gore, a collage of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain
Your face stricken with total disfiguration
The dignity of death now cruelly erased
Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion
No pretense remains
As you′re sent off to your wake