Body

from A Wake For Those Asleep by Mental Disease

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lyrics

Limbs on disinfected iron
movement left and life alike.
It senses no pain, attests to no impulse
as it's flesh gets defiled in slow motion

The scalpel scornfully smiles
when by cold hands it is ordered
to draw vermillion lines
on a canvas of pure white.

Albeit amidst the bright white ground
bruises dead they glance and shimmer
And add some further tint
to death's very own portrait.
And yet though first stitches were made
it seems grotesque; this quiescent
vessel of ghastly beauty, and
the likeness of the 'architect' itself.

For it is of such disgust
how we are designed
Atom by atom, function upon device.
Aesthetics, when useless, cut open.

Relinquished of consciousness
deprived of perception
the arteries severed
the livers dissolved.

Ribs spread and skin torn like paper
uncovering the heart of the machine
And when sewn together again
and the final brush marks are set
Body's facing the cremating fires.

And when the final sleep overwhelms
Cells decompose to flour and calcerous ash
Out of it's pieces forms life anew
Futile likewise earth thereat
A body anyhow
That will deconstruct itself
soon.