Embalmed Yet I Breathe

Buried Deep Beneath Spoiled Ground
 My Body Craves Formaldehyde Withdrawls
 Lying Within dampened Rot
 Memories Return And Fade
 Casket Sealed Shut
 Still I Remain
 Alive Undead
 Decrepit Breath
 Rotting Limbs
 I Am An Abortion
 From The Crypt
 Dissection Stiches
 Along My Chest
 Strain To Keep My Organs Inside
 A Lair Of Maggots
 Imbedded In My Brain
 I Hear Their Thoughts
 As They Guide My Way
 Inhuman Craving
 For Salted Flesh
 A Funeral Birth
 I Shall Never Rest
 Down Below The Cold Earth
 Decrepit Breath
 Rotting Limbs
 I Am An Abortion
 From The Crypt
 Dissection Stiches
 Along My Chest