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 live...
I feel the pain of the fluids within
I feel the rush of formaldehype,
The brittleness of my bones
And they said I would never live again
The buzzing in my brain
The neverending 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 some decayed
The onslaught brings relief
From the stinging vibrations
Beyond belief...
The red sun settles in the smog stained sky
The mangled bodies strewn in disarray
Breakfast is served at the Manchester morgue
The beginning of a horrifying day...
No end in sight
Our number multiply
