Breakfast At Manchester Morgue (let Sleeping Corpses Lie...) Lyrics - Impetigo

The bleak sun rises through the smog stained clouds 

The day begins in a very somber way 

The stench of the dead in the Manchester morgue 

The stench of sterilized deacay... 

The hideous signal... 

I open my eyes, livid with sweat 

Obnoxious film... but where have I been? 

Strapped to the table, burning fluids course within my veins 

Mortific eyes cannot dissuide that I see... 

My plight is realized, I am dead but I see... 

I feel the pain of the rush of formaldehype, 

The brittleness of my bones 

And they said I would never live again 

The buzzing in my brain 

The never ending pain 

The hunger I possess 

Within this rotten mess 

I break the straps and rise to feed 

The necrotic fluid bubbles, human viscera I need 

Corner the fightened doctors, they say this cannot be 

As I devour their pulsing flesh, their blood will comfort me 

My cohort rise from their crypts 

The morgue is in terror, 

blood rolls from our lips 

Some mangled bodies strewn in chaotic disarray 

Breakfast is served at the Manchester morgue 

The beginning of a horrifying day... 

No end in sight 

Our number multiply...