The Dead Shall Dead Remain Lyrics - Impaled

Our hypothesis carried out on mortal remains 

Real-life application tests our conjectures 

It seems despite our scientific progress 

All we've proven is our abject failures 

A foetid stench fills the air 

And with a pungent voice declares 

Though we prod a cadaver with care 

There is no life in there 

Altruistic notions aside 

And the experiments we've tried 

The veracity cannot be denied 

There is no cure for those who've died 

Rot, waste, spoil, bilge 

The cynics did maintain 

The dead shall dead remain 

Our theory proved insane 

The dead shall dead remain 

A pallid visage stares in disgust 

Through sockets laden with crust 

At the bungle it would see in us 

If it were not destined to be dust 

Turgid corpses received first aid 

In our macabre palisade 

Volts unleashed in a fussilade 

But no twitch from this inert promenade 

A canon of soulless masses 

Where no animation trespasses 

These patchwork men that lie about in heaps 

They reaped what we'd sewn, and showed what we reaped 

This quartet can no longer sustain 

Beleaguered by a fatal admission 

Our covent's work in this abbatoir 

Blaspheme the sanctity of a physician 

Rot, waste, spoil, bilge 

The cynics did maintain 

The dead shall dead remain 

Our theory proved insane 

The dead shall dead remain