Adipocere

(Alright, silent voices)
Quickly movin' 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 feedin' 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 waitin' in lines,
67 eyes are focused, watchin' 'em dine
Seven of the brethren are turnin' their heads
This is how the village people bury their dead

Adipocere
Adipocere
Adipocere
Adipocere



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Stuart Steele
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