| Lyrics: | In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of bone, I've coaxed confessions
from the lips of the
dead, Postmortem scrutiny that has clinically shone, The
horrifying facts that would have never
been said... Unbosoming their secrets
in the sickening results of their demise, Stomaching these
wretched human
riddles, I carve, hack and slice, Illuminating the dusty skeletons that
lurk
in closets, bones and entrails, Enduring the ghastly visage of violent death
in my
forensic travails... Whether in pieces or completely decomposed, I asses
with clinical
indifference, The remnants of a life which grisly circumstance
has brought to this office,
Ensuring that truth shall endure after the flesh
has crumbled and rotted away, Elucidating
atrocities and carnage, the
thankless job I perform day after day... Persistent incisions that
cut to the
quick are my stock in trade, To scrutinize what remains of a life,
painstaking
effort will have to be made, At times both evidence and flesh are
profoundly encrypted and
shred, It can be murder to pry answers from the
mouths of the dead... A gutted torso can pose a
bevy of answerless questions
to deliberate, Probing with a scalpel, I expose the morbid cavity
that I now
must eviscerate, Unlocking death's mysteries with my forceps, tweezers and
saw,
Wringing revelations from a fibula, fossa or jaw... Recording
confessions that are uttered
without making a sound, From informants long dead
that I've culled from the ground, Beneath the
pallid veil of cold flesh or
enshrouded in the shredded remains of a face, Exhuming the truth is
my
occupation, no matter how decrepit its resting place... Within the bowels of a
horribly
mutilated corpse or a splattered brain, Picking apart flesh and
deceit til only the cold facts
remain, Dead men will tell tales i |
