Mortuary Songtext
von Tankist

See myself scattered all around
Gallons of blood on the ground
Set up the machine drilling for brains
The autopsy begins
Let′s have some fun


They wrap me up in a black body bag
To conceal my corpse no one could see
They can't hear me but I still hear them
Voices of the dead in my head

There will be no sympathy from me
Said the priest
You belong with the dead
Open the morgue door, let′s send this guy to hell

Presence of human faith
Made pointless by the deities' traits
Chaotic presence not the least bit sane
Strongest mind fast goes insane