[00:00.00] 作曲 : Matt[00:57.75]In my waxen world, time stands still[00:58.62]Forever frozen like flies trapped in amber[01:01.02]One perfect moment preserved, just ere the kill[01:03.45]Gruesome atrocities transfixed in horror's chamber[01:06.09]Poetry without motion, figures stranded midstream[01:08.22]Waxen players in this dark drama of the macabre[01:09.84]Mouths agape with terror but breathless to scream[01:12.99]No death rattle heard, nor parting sors...[01:17.01]I am preserver of life through my morbid art[01:18.60]For each mannequin was truly alive from the start[01:20.76]So if the eyes seem to follow your gaze as you gawk[01:21.78]Know that in the eyes of the dead, in their shadow you walk...[01:22.74]Cadavers molded in wax as their lives buried away[01:23.85]More preening puppets to perform in the scenes that[01:24.90]I play Features cast in the moment of dying preserved[01:38.31]How they screamed as they met with their fates well deserved...[01:43.47]WAXWORK Recreating the horror of the moment of death[01:45.78]My models serve their purpose quite well[01:47.94]Embalm their bodies in wax, capture their dying breath[01:50.46]Drain the fluids to stave off the smell[01:51.39]Like dolls that dance to their own funeral dirge[01:55.47]They play out their death scenes interminably[01:58.38]As prized their exhibits in my dark reserve[02:00.12]They unfold their secrets only to me[02:01.20]Life eternal in wax was their death's decree[02:04.44]Suffering for my art, they surrendered to me[02:08.61]So when their eyes lock with your gaze[02:09.27]Look unflinchingly at death or turn away fast...[02:13.62]Skin blistered and softened as it was coated and sealed away[02:24.39]Another preserved puppet to prance on the strings that[02:25.65]I play The fear ensnared in their captive countenances[03:40.41]I've trapped[03:40.62]Mummified and memorialised in wax well-woven and wrapped...[03:42.06]WAXWORK [Lead - Matt][03:42.63]So sit still in your place at the end of the blade[03:43.68]By my design, death's hand find you just out of reach[03:45.00]Another player in this deathly silent world that[03:46.68]I have made[03:46.89]Devoid of sound, fury or motion, sense, movement or speech[03:49.59]Awaiting a terminus that never will come[03:54.06]You're a marionette bound by my strings[03:54.96]Trussed in this tomb of wax, your time here is not done[03:56.16]For time does not quite end all things...[04:00.57]This is my life's work, this still, silent place[04:01.86]A monument to the fear frozen in a cold, waxen face[04:03.33]Take care not to stare into their eyes, whatever you do[04:05.49]When you look deep into death, it sees back into you too...[04:07.41]Flesh bubbled and scalded, as this molten bath washed life away[04:11.46]Wax covered my still-screaming prey[04:17.85]Another piece for my prizing, recast in my mold[04:18.87]Features harden and set as the wax grows stiff and cold...[04:34.65]WAXWORK