Autopsy Lyrics - Tourniquets, Hacksaws And Graves - Autopsy

Let us be stillborn 

We're mauled, embalmed, from wombs we're torn 

The madness critical 

We're charred, diseased, we're funerals 

Your vacant coffin waits 

Disemboweled, you're maggot bait 

For air you vainly gasp 

This severed breath will be your last 

Can you hear the funeral bell 

Ringing in your brain? 

Falling, crawling, casket calling 

You're just a mass of burnit decay 

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There's a hole in your head, your flesh it crawls 

The day of bloody slaughter is now 

Crusades of darkness, bonesaws rip 

The only path is six feet down 

Autopsy 

Autopsy on your burning corpse 

Autopsy 

Autopsy, death is your reward 

Ravenous freaks and fiends for blood 

Plunge you into blackness within 

Your rotting face is frozen with fear 

As the walls of the coffin close in 

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Brain damaged, you bathe in flames 

Your bowels ripped in a violated grave 

Sadistic spilling of blood, you were always about to die 

You're full of maggot holes, your corpse it shall not rise 

The headless ritual emblazened in the crimson skies