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[00:36.660]I scrawled an ode to this mortal coil
[00:37.560]In scarlet upon your back
[00:39.810]I gnarled in code with dreadful toil
[00:40.590]A parting verse so black
[00:46.170]Ivory skin streched out before me
[00:49.260]In frozen fields of pallid grace
[00:50.310]Livid eyes rolled back and silently implored me
[00:52.440]From out of your jaundiced face
[00:53.280]Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp
[00:59.040]Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph
[01:00.030]Your corpse tells it's tale in blood pus and grume
[01:04.739]Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb
[01:08.100]A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard
[01:11.550]The time has come to mince more than words
[01:12.780]Parting words don't often cut this deep
[01:15.540]Engraved on your back the secrets we'll keep
[01:18.150]Though you'll never read these empty words
[01:22.230]Upon the slab you lie so still
[01:26.130]They don't cut as deep as you deserve
[01:29.670]Poetic licence to hack maim and kill
[01:31.080]The porcelain flesh that enshrouds you remains
[01:59.310]Were both my parchment and my muse
[02:01.440]Now incarnadined hand I penned these lines
[02:02.220]As best I could well manage
[02:13.920]I cruelly carved out these designs
[02:20.250]What words are worth in tissue damage
[02:22.080]Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp
[02:25.830]Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph
[02:26.820]Your corpse tells it's tale in blood pus and grume
[02:29.190]Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb
[02:30.390]A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard
[02:33.300]The time has come to mince more than words
[02:37.230]Parting words don't often cut this deep
[02:38.400]Engraved on your back the secrets we'll keep