"We Dead Are Best Left Underground" lyrics

"We Dead Are Best Left Underground"

Symphonics of sickness embroiled in rottenness
To the tune of abortion in total death we've staked our claim
Palette for putrescence savor the succulence
Impression quite repulsive murder par for our little game

Skeletonization
Cremated by the sound
Weapons of hell's construction
We dead are best left underground

Piercing the depths of our carapaced hearts
Embrace us without form to feel
And willingly we'll slip between their cracks
You're the only thing that's surely real

Undead and undying our souls never rest
Our funerals are mental by cruelty we're obsessed
Black blood in our veins flowing
Aligned with all that which is dead

Piercing the depths of our carapaced hearts
Embrace us without form to feel
And willingly we'll slip between their cracks
You're the only thing that's fucking real

Remember our hated the conquests of the past
And foster in revulsion a darkened future to be had

Piercing the depths of our carapaced hearts
Embrace us without form to feel
And willingly we'll slip between their cracks
You're the only thing that's surely real

Undead and undying our souls could never rest
Our funerals are mental, by hate and cruelty we're obsessed


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