Waxwork-Exhumed

歌手 : Exhumed
语种 : 英语
时长 : 04:34

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TXT Waxwork-Exhumed 文本歌词

Waxwork - Exhumed
In my waxen world time stands still
Forever frozen like flies trapped in amber
One moment preserved just ere the kill
Gruesome atrocities transfixed in horror's chamber
Poetry without motion figures stranded midstream
Waxen players in this dark drama of the macabre
Mouths agape with terror but breathless to scream
No death rattle heard nor parting sors
Through my morbid art
Truly alive from the start
Follow your gaze as you gawk
In their shadow you walk
Cadavers molded in wax as their lives buried away
More preening puppets to perform in the scenes that I play
Features cast in the moment of dying preserved
How they screamed as they met with their fates well deserved
Wax work
Recreating the horror of the moment of death
My models serve their purpose quite well
Embalm their bodies in wax capture their dying breath
Drain the fluids to stave off the smell
Dolls that dance to their own funeral dirge
They play out their death scenes interminably
As prized their exhibits in my dark reserve
They unfold their secrets only to me
Life their death's decree
They surrendered to me
Look unflinchingly at death
Or turn away fast
Skin blistered and softened and sealed away
Another preserved puppet to prance that I play
The fear ensnared in their captive countenances I've trapped
Mummified and memorialised in wax well woven and wrapped
Wax work
Sit still in your place at the end of the blade
By my design death's hand find you just out of reach
Another player in this deathly silent world that I have made
Devoid of sound fury or motion sense movement or speech
Awaiting a terminus that never will come
You're a marionette bound by my strings
Trussed in this tomb of wax your time here is not done
Time does not quite end all things
This is my life's work this still silent place
In a cold waxen face
Whatever you do
It sees back into you too so
Scalded washed life away
Wax covered my still screaming prey
Another piece for my prizing recast in my mold
Features harden and set as the grows stiff and cold
Wax work