[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]

[lyrics - Sean McGrath and Ross Sewage]



Latent images in solutions submerged 

A gallery of gore for posterity preserved 

Your visage shall endure long after you've been laid to rest 

Immortalized in celluloid as record of your death 



A recremental work of art 

Artuated straight from the heart 

Your destiny is black and white 

A grisly study in still life 

A kalopsic collage is your patchwork grave 

The cutting room floor is where you spend your last days 

Anonymous atrocities, my subjects are the dead 

An amateur gorenographer cutting off heads 



Glistening gralloch, a zoetrope of rot 

Exenterated torsos coacervate and clot 

Veristic works of art are developed and displayed 

Decomposed and posed as I prepare another plate 



On my nefandous noctuary I diligently toil 

For a carcass exfodiated from hallowed soil 

An axunge prepared to grease the gears 

Lacking my wit, kin may shed tears 

Cohesive structure is what you lack 

A poultice of plaster will fill in the cracks 

Sculptures in flesh are my medium du jour 

Your puniceous effigy I faithfully restore 



Abdomen is spliced and the lighting is set 

I'll develop your roll as my ensanguined subject 

Holes drilled in your skull form a camera obscura 

This document of death will be rather thorough 

My scrapbook of horror is your final epitaph 

Pictures from the after world, a corpse photographed 

Your countenance embossed in silver gelatin 

A gruesome reminder of your untimely end 



A test sheet is used for the final cut 

Through trial and error I make my decision 

The template enlarged to a grainy print 

This excoriated exhibit, my final revision 



[solo: "Welcome to the Bone Room" by L.d. Muerte]

[solo: "Matted and Framed for Decay" by S.C. McGrath]



Artistic license I must take 

Depleted bones I'm apt to break I strike the set, this shoot is a wrap 

Your casket occluded with residual scraps 

The harvest I find in a moldering crate 

A cadaverous curio with which I create