Funeral Home — текст песни (macabre)

You are pronounced dead
Due to a crushing blow to the head
The reaper has passed his curse
Lifeless body hauled away in a hearse
Death is the reality
Life it lies in a dormant grave
It`s off to the funeral home
Isn`t it great?
Death in the embalmer`s hands
He cuts your organs and puts them in pans
Then he drains all your blood
Embalms your veins til they flood
Then you`re put into your casket
Rolled in and put on display
He made you look like you were
Living today
The under ___ taker
Cuts you ___ open
And he ___ rips out
All of ___ your insides
And you cannot ___ escape
His clutches
For you ___ will be
Embalmed ___ by him
AAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA
You are ___ on your
Way to ___ the funeral home
You are ___ in the
Funeral ___ home and you are
DEAD!