Adipocere
(Alright, silent voices)
Quickly moving in the morning 'fore the corpse gets cold
Doesn't matter whether young or old
Up the mountain, now we make our climb
Everyone knows it's feeding time
And so they sharpen their knives
Sharpen their blades
Close your eyes
It'll be okay
Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam
Feast upon the bodies, clean 'em down to the bone
Strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes
This is what'll happen to you when you die
Adipocere
Adipocere
Adipocere
Adipocere
Find the mortician with a bag on his head
Watch him as he slices bits of flesh off the dead
Drinks away his whiskey as a means to atone
He's never sober, he can't do it alone
And so he sharpens his knives
Sharpens his blades
Close your eyes
It'll be okay
Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam
Feast upon the bodies, clean 'em down to the bone
Strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes
This is what'll happen to you when you die
700 winged creatures waiting in lines
67 eyes are focused, watching 'em dine
Seven of the brethren are turning their heads
This is how the village people bury their dead
Adipocere
Adipocere
Adipocere
Adipocere
Quickly moving in the morning 'fore the corpse gets cold
Doesn't matter whether young or old
Up the mountain, now we make our climb
Everyone knows it's feeding time
And so they sharpen their knives
Sharpen their blades
Close your eyes
It'll be okay
Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam
Feast upon the bodies, clean 'em down to the bone
Strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes
This is what'll happen to you when you die
Adipocere
Adipocere
Adipocere
Adipocere
Find the mortician with a bag on his head
Watch him as he slices bits of flesh off the dead
Drinks away his whiskey as a means to atone
He's never sober, he can't do it alone
And so he sharpens his knives
Sharpens his blades
Close your eyes
It'll be okay
Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam
Feast upon the bodies, clean 'em down to the bone
Strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes
This is what'll happen to you when you die
700 winged creatures waiting in lines
67 eyes are focused, watching 'em dine
Seven of the brethren are turning their heads
This is how the village people bury their dead
Adipocere
Adipocere
Adipocere
Adipocere
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Writer(s): Benjamin Steele
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