Resurrectionists Lyrics

Resurrectionists lyrics



A hammer to drive the chisel in

A chisel to alter bone and skin

An algid stiff to now provide

A link to where the soul resides



That still hearts should pulse with ichor

Is an ethical dilemma to be sure

That a body can be made to function

Is an enigma to decipher without compunction

That the dead may in mere slumber lie

Is a query that begs us to coax a reply

That rotting lungs shall heave with breath

Is truly a matter of life and death



The ressurectionists

The ressurectionists... no more death after life



(solo: "Just a Few Stitches" by T. Spruance)



Augers employed to crack and peel

Gilding steel teeth with paste of bone meal

Their skulls disassembled and scored

With sanguine expectations, meticulously gored



To reconnect nerve filled clusters

Our encaphalic skill, we muster

To reinstate arterial paths

Our hands engage in a blood bath

To reset joint and bone

Our mending powers are hewn

To restart cardial beating

Our defibrullator is heating



The ressurectionists

The ressurectionists... no more death after life



Intra-venously dripping a potion

To rekindle locomotion



Old hat at plundering lifeless shells

But I shall never get used to the smell



(solo: "The Funk of 40,000 Years" by S.C. McGrath)



Sutures of catgut carefully stitched

Securing intestines in torsal pitch

Along the sciatic, nerves are defrayed

In our conclave, bodies remade



This brain in a solution submerged

From a cranium we've purged

This jellied ganglia to reconnect

From the medulla to the neck

This artery and vein shall rehydrate

From pulmonary functions we'll resuscitate

This human tabula rasa we've sewn

From it, coaxed, secrets to life unknown



The ressurectionists

The ressurectionists... no more death after life