Carcass — Inpropagation
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Inpropagation Carcass07:27
Текст песни: Inpropagation
Inpropagation Lyrics[Intro] "A body is committed to a public mortuary. Any victim of sudden or unexpected death will be brought here for a post-mortem by a pathologist; their job is to establish the cause of death. But sometimes a body is unrecognizable. Then it is vital, especially if murder is suspected, to establish identity." [Verse 1] Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake For hot dry powdered human slag Still steaming in the crematorium's grate [Pre-Chorus 1] Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate [Chorus 1] Your mortal mechanism dies In nutrients rich In the hallowed turf, you lie Just for the taking [Verse 2] Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed Spreading this human potash, as ash matured Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead, for use as manure [Bridge 1] Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed [Verse 3] Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch These charred chassis desired [Pre-Chorus 2] Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do [Chorus 2] The nitrogen content's high But the flesh is weak At the graveside mourners cry You're never to wake again [Post-Chorus] Never to wake again [Verse 4] Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed Ploughing this abhorrent human manure Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead, for the soils to devour [Bridge 2] Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed And there's still no rest for the dead, no rest for the dead [Guitar Solo] [Verse 5] I propagate, dust in the grate Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Diluted in water and sprayed on crops Charcoal, fats, flesh, and soot Fertilizing pasture with active fertile rot [Verse 6] Incumbent, latent calories are spent Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Renewing the land with corpses corrupt Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must To the hot hearth, the deceased are trussed [Bridge 3] Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils [Verse 7] Reaping the gone, to nourish the land Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean [Verse 8] So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead Their rest which I disturb Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones My cash crops now grow1
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