Inpropagation - Carcass.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Owen, Steer, Walker
[00:15.00]"A body is committed to a public mortuary.
[00:18.22]Any victim of sudden or unexpected death will be brought here for a post-mortem by a pathologist;
[00:24.45]their job is to establish the cause of death. But sometimes a body is unrecognizable.
[00:30.98]Then it is vital, especially if murder is suspected, to establish identity..."
[01:00.93]Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney
[01:04.15]Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
[01:07.34]For hot dry powdered human slag
[01:10.80]Still steaming in the crematorium's grate
[01:13.21]Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates
[01:19.12]For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate
[01:32.02]Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich
[01:41.35]In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking
[01:45.14]Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
[01:49.44]Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed
[01:53.96]Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
[01:58.15]Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for use as manure...
[02:12.39]Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed
[02:25.73]Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
[02:29.45]Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire
[02:33.07]Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch
[02:36.38]These charred chassis desired
[02:38.77]Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu
[02:45.58]Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do
[02:58.74]The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak
[03:08.33]At the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again
[03:17.52]Never to wake again
[03:29.88]Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed
[03:34.08]Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed
[03:38.50]Ploughing this abhorrent human manure
[03:42.90]Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for the soils to devour...
[03:57.26]Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed
[04:01.45]And there's still no rest for the dead
[04:08.17]No rest for the dead
[04:35.32]I propagate - dust in the grate
[04:46.17]Ashes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops
[04:52.85]Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot
[05:16.76]Incumbent - latent calories are spent
[05:27.39]Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt
[05:34.01]Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed
[05:55.48]Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil
[05:58.66]Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils...
[06:16.64]Reaping the gone, to nourish the land
[06:20.03]Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand
[06:23.24]Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed
[06:26.61]Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean...
[06:30.49]So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead
[06:36.73]Their rest which I disturb...
[06:41.12]Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones
[06:47.76]My cash crops now grow...