Impaled Gorenography Lyrics

Gorenography Lyrics


Latent Images in solutions submerged 
A gallery of gore for posterity
preserved 
Your visage shall endure long after you've been laid to rest

Immortalized in celluloid as record of your death... 
A recremental work
of art 
Artuated straight from the heart 
Your destiny is black and white

A grisly study in still life 
A kalopsic collage is your patchwork grave

The cutting room floor is where you spend your last days 
Anonymous
atrocities, my subjects are the dead 
An amateur gorenographer cutting off
heads... 

Glistening gralloch, a zoetrope of rot 
exenterated torsos
coacervate and clot 
Veristic works of art are developed and displayed

decomposed and posed as I prepare another plate... 

On my nefandous
noctuary I diligently toil 
For a carcass exfodiated from hallowed soil

An axunge prepared to grease the gears 
Lacking my wit, kin may shed
tears 
Cohesive structure is what you lack 
A poultice of plaster will
fill in the cracks 
Sculptures in flesh are my medium du jour 
Your
puniceous effigy I faithfully restore... 

Abdomen is spliced and the
lighting is set 
I'll develop your roll as my ensanguined subject 
Holes
drilled in your skull form a camera obscura 
This document of death will be
rather thorough 
My scrapbook of horror is your final epitaph  
Pictures
from the after world, a corpse photographed 
Your countenance embossed in
silver gelatin 
A gruesome reminder of your untimely end... 

A test
sheet is used for the final cut 
Through trial and error I make my decision

The template enlarged to a grainy print 
This excoriated exhibit, my
final revision... 

(solo:  “Welcome to the Bone Room� by Ld Muerte)


(solo:  “Matted and Framed for Decay� by SC McGrath)


Artistic license I must take 
Depleted bones I'm apt to break...


I strike the set, this shoot is a wrap 
Your casket occluded with
residual scraps 
The harvest I find in a moldering crate 
A cadaverous
curio with which I create...