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[musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1997]
In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of
bone, I've coaxed confessions
from the lips of the dead, Postmortem scrutiny
that has clinically shone, The
horrifying facts that would have never been
said... Unbosoming their secrets
in the sickening results of their demise,
Stomaching these wretched human
riddles, I carve, hack and slice, Illuminating
the dusty skeletons that lurk
in closets, bones and entrails, Enduring the
ghastly visage of violent death
in my forensic travails... Whether in pieces or
completely decomposed, I asses
with clinical indifference, The remnants of a
life which grisly circumstance
has brought to this office, Ensuring that truth
shall endure after the flesh
has crumbled and rotted away, Elucidating
atrocities and carnage, the
thankless job I perform day after day...
Persistent incisions that cut to the
quick are my stock in trade, To scrutinize what
remains of a life,
painstaking effort will have to be made, At times
both evidence and flesh are
profoundly encrypted and shred, It can be murder
to pry answers from the
mouths of the dead... A gutted torso can pose a
bevy of answerless questions
to deliberate, Probing with a scalpel, I expose
the morbid cavity that I now
must eviscerate, Unlocking death's mysteries with
my forceps, tweezers and
saw, Wringing revelations from a fibula, fossa or
jaw... Recording
confessions that are uttered without making a
sound, From informants long dead
that I've culled from the ground, Beneath the
pallid veil of cold flesh or
enshrouded in the shredded remains of a face,
Exhuming the truth is my
occupation, no matter how decrepit its resting
place... Within the bowels of a
horribly mutilated corpse or a splattered brain,
Picking apart flesh and
deceit âtil only the cold facts remain, Dead
men will tell tales if you know
how to listen and learn, Even when they've been
stabbed, beaten, shot, hacked
up and burned... This morbid quest for knowledge
is not without its rewards,
Much can be extrapolated from a decrepit infants
gourd, My bureau's a slab, my
text is a corpse, and I've studied with sincere,
ardent fervor, And found that
often man's inhumanity to man is all to well
deserved...
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