EMBALMING THEATRE

1. INTRO

(Instrumental)


2. BABY IN THE FRIDGE

No one knows the reason
She was their mother
She killed both babies
They were disappeared

One baby in the fridge
Deep frozen soul
One baby in the woods
Unburied being
One baby in the fridge
Lost control
One baby in the woods
Out of her mind


3. BURIED ALIVE IV: SHE ATE HER OWN ARM

The pastor went out for a walk
Careless he enjoyed the night, but
He was curious about some noise
For which the source was a grave

Express-exhumation was too late
The coffin had been damaged from inside
The woman woke up in the coffin
And she had eaten her own arm

It was too late, she died inside
She ate her arm and vomited inside


4. FACE UP TO IT

Suspicions inside me often drag me down
Face up to it!
Bullshit gossip being spread around
Face up to it!
Gotta have the strength to push these problems aside
Face up to it!
But a fair chance is so often denied
Face up to it!
Face up to it!
Face up to it!

And I have the arrogance
Despise the pride
Loathe the stubbornness
That eats you up inside

Feel like nothing's done
Just running on the spot
Face up to it!
Resist my pessimism
Try to stop the rot
Face up to it!
I'll never let this squabbling get the better of me
Face up to it!
But at times I wish they'd just leave me be
Face up to it!
Face up to it!
Face up to it!


5. ATTACK OF THE KILLER SQUIRREL

Six people were attacked
By that killer squirrel
Bloodstained victims
Shaked with fear
Squirrel-horror had an end
Granddad shot it dead
Brutal
Aggressive
Evil
Bloodthirsty
Squirrel



PUTRESCENCE

6. I AM YOUR FLESH

Rain by the bucket load
A hearse sulked through the night
A peckish driver craving the taste of something sweet and light
The grim ride quietly pulls up to the edge of the curb
And the solitary driver steps out not uttering a word
Casket hauled out through the back of the funeral home
Knocking over the ever watching frost-bitten garden gnome
A tall skullet-haired undertaker steps toward the oak box
And pours a couple glasses of whiskey on the rocks
Lips are smacked, stomachs groan and the stainless steel comes out
A mortuary hacking session as the pair muck about
Grabbing kidney, liver and brain in a post mortem attack
Oiling up a fucking grill using bacterial dental plaque
A gruesome one way meal upon human flesh the macabre dine
The high point of a worthless life washed down with a bottle of wine
Flesh ripped to pieces and rudimentary autopsy performed
Select herbs and seasonings for brain material now transformed
From living tissue to a hastily prepared midnight snack
Culinary art for those whose tastes are off the beaten track


7. IRREVERSIBLE FATAL CEREBRAL DAMAGE

Trauma introduced from partial retinal detachment
Infection seeps in, endophthalmitis cascades in waves
Laceration causes complete loss of ocular contents
Blunt force causes proptosis, an eyeball forced from eye socket
A sudden increase of volume within the intracranial compartment
Increases pressure within the brain to increase dramatically
Irreversible fatal cerebral damage
No compliance for shit-caked debris from a horse hoof penetration
Structural injury from direct impact of angry four legged beast
Forced movement of brain across fixed structures
Facial nerve goddamned destruction and full fucking collapse
Irreversible fatal cerebral damage
Extensive shattering of the temporal bone structure
Intracerebral haemorrhage unilaterally
Fixed and unresponsive pupil diluted
Tonight the rider less horse trots off into the sunset


8. FASTER BLUNT TRAUMA, KILL, KILL!

Necrobator raises ten bucks and all eyes are on Necromagnon
A clever check-raise lures the younger one to bet
And if he was less experienced
A smile would have crossed the weather beaten face of crafty Necrobator
Necrobator throws down his hand and a bottle shatters against his neck
A deep penetrating lacerations sends him flying across the room
Blood in the airways creates a risk for consumption of gastric contents
Massive subcutaneous emphysema extends from the neck down to the scrotum
The right upper lobe bronchus quickly occluded by plugs and blood clots
Both lungs collapse from small tears created by exposed cartilage
Complete obstruction of the larynx, mucosal tears of tissue abound
Shaking from a night on the town, ciberoptic laryngosopy is out of the question to an alcoholic radiologist with trembling hands and heavy heart
Necrobator left upon a gurney choking to death on his own blood
While in the next room the radiologist vomits into a filing cabinet
Hands clenched tight on the hard flush
Necrobator: in on a big slick once more
Necromagnon is lured into a false sense of security until he is raised
A lowly pair on the fucking flop


9. GREEN HELL

Here in this place lies the genie of death
Touch it, see it
Whoa
Here in this place is a means to your end
Touch it, feel it
Green hell
You've come to this like no one could
I bet you never knew you woke it
And don't you run away from anything
I bet you thought you really could in Hell
We're gonna burn in hell
Green hell
Like every hell but kind of green
In hell, green hell
We're gonna face the mess we're
In hell, green hell
I think I'd rather be up here
In hell, green hell
You know I fucking shake apart
In hell, green hell
Gotta find a way that you will stay
Green hell
Cannot forget about the heat
In hell, green hell
Hell is green, I need a flame
In hell, green hell
Gotta burn in hell
Green hell
You've come to this like no one could
I bet you never knew you woke it
And don't you run from anything
I bet you thought you really could take it
Here in this place is the genie of death
Touch it, see it
Whoa
Here in this place is a means to your end
Touch it, feel it
Green hell
You've come to this like no one could
I bet you never knew you woke it
And don't you run away from anything
I bet you thought you really could
You've come to this like no one could
I bet you never knew you woke it
We're gonna burn in Hell
Green hell