Embalmed

Epidermis punctured As the deadened blood is drawn Stiff cadever on the table Victims of death's spawn Desicate, deteriorate Start to decompose Process of embalment Through your veins the chemicals flow No more thoughts inside your head Your brain is on a tray Injection of formaldehyde Organs have decayed Light of day not to be seen Again by the deceased Rigor mortis is your future Death ignored your pleas Blood replced by chemicals No more life is found Next stop is a wooden box Rotting underground [lead: E.C.] --- Embalmed - Autopsy