Morgue than words When the ambulance arrived There was nothing they could do to save your life There were pieces here and pieces there Found some bubblegum
I remember it as plain as day Although it happened in the dark of the night I was strolling through the streets of Paris And it was cold, it was starting
I Love Dissecting Dead Girl Bodies Their Naked Corpses Excite My Mind The Aroma Of Decomposition Is The Best Aphrodisiac You Can Find With Forceps I
Purulent necromorphism takes hold As curdled innards turn yellowish with mold Autodigestion of entrails and liquefaction Decaying viscera collapse in
Wearing the disguise of the working class I use my occupation to fulfill my desires, When you're dead you'll be mine at last You cold, naked body, recently
The bleak sun rises through the smog stained clouds The day begins in a very somber way The stench of the dead in the Manchester morgue The stench of
I remember it as plain as day Although it happened in the dark of the night I was strolling through the streets of Paris And it was cold it was starting
Party at the morgue Party at the morgue Party over there! [Verse One: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith] Women know the flame, I can't shame your fame
Descent Towards a dead end Primeval substance Morphing blake angelic state Collecting' inside So near ravenous shine Damn clear foul mankind's Rushing
[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Hylgaryss] Dors, dors, petit ange, et rA?ve de la mort, Dors, dors, petit ange, demain tu seras mort, Dors, dors, petit ange
Haunting visions Addicted to gore Crimson images Living for horror Fucked up mind (I was) born this way Nightmare concert Cat in the brain Cannibals,
9 to 5 At The Morgue. Within the pale white walls, From 9 to 5 Day after day I feel no more alive, Than the stiff that lies the table before me. Wake
within the pale white walls from 9-5 day after day i feel no more alive than the stiff that lies the table before me wake up too early to twist the key
(scarface) Let me get when I rock the...the..the... This shit ain't got no fuckin drums in it man Daym, wht don't you put some fuckin drums in the music
Panic in the Hospital Clinical Disorder Carnage in the Mourning room The Morgue was spoiled Vile Attack Gruesome deeds Postmortem Havoc Ransacked Stiffs
Night has come, It's the right time to escape They are slept... they will never awake Dark Revenge... I will destroy this place Burn it down and run away
Inheritor of a hideous past Repulsive legends of forensic autcasts Post-mortem wisdom - ancient legacy The forbidden secrets of pathology On the stage
(Music by La Rocque / Lyrics by Diamond) To the morgue... Take him to the morgue To the morgue... Take him to the morgue At... Devil Lake... Sanitarium
