Shrouded by this mortal veil, something has gone wrong

Engaging conscious thought, though we are dead gone

A new beginning to the physiological

But as we decompose, the pain is unbearable



Cellular dissolution, structures in decay

Our systems in disarray

Glistening lividity on exfodiating skin

Living decomposition



From beyond the pale, we survive

The pain of being dead alive



Eyeballs exssicate

As moisture dissipates

The epidermis shrinks

As a countenance sinks

No marrow left to slake

Dried bones as they break

Muscles liquify

As the skelature is nullified



(solo: "The Living Dead" by S.C. McGrath)



The abdomen distends

With noxious gasses that offend



(solo: "Life After Death" by J. Kocol)



Organs dessicate

A foul odor we execrate



(solo: "Return of the Living Dead" by S.C. McGrath)



Four disparate minds converge on one theorem

Merits were to be had for our death-defying serum

Decomposing and gutted, our existence it prolonged

Though we have died, still we live on



Post-mortem torturing, immortal suffering

Pain receptors functioning

Prone amongst detritus without ambulation

No tomb, no rest, no supplication



We suffer while our nervous systems thrive

The pain of being dead alive



We never wanted to revive

The pain of being dead alive