Lirik Lagu Inpropagation - Carcass
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Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimneyWhilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rakeFor hot dry powdered human slagStill steaming in the crematorium's grate
Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydratesFor my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate
Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients richIn the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking
Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I needDeteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seedSpreading this human potash, as ash maturedRecycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for use as manure...
Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed
[Lead fills: Dust in the mausoleum by W.G. Steer]
Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urnsEvery morsel that glows like ember on the fireExtinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatchThese charred chassis desired
Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the fluEnter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do
The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weakAt the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again
[Lead: Compost humous horticulture by M. Amott]
Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seedCremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feedPloughing this abhorrent human manureSeeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for the soils to devour...
Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fedAnd there's still no rest for the dead
[Lead: Humanure by W.G. Steer]
I propagate - dust in the grateAshes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on cropsCharcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot
Incumbent - latent calories are spent
Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corruptMortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased
Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydratesFor my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate
Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients richIn the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking
Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I needDeteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seedSpreading this human potash, as ash maturedRecycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for use as manure...
Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed
[Lead fills: Dust in the mausoleum by W.G. Steer]
Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urnsEvery morsel that glows like ember on the fireExtinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatchThese charred chassis desired
Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the fluEnter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do
The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weakAt the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again
[Lead: Compost humous horticulture by M. Amott]
Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seedCremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feedPloughing this abhorrent human manureSeeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for the soils to devour...
Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fedAnd there's still no rest for the dead
[Lead: Humanure by W.G. Steer]
I propagate - dust in the grateAshes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on cropsCharcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot
Incumbent - latent calories are spent
Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corruptMortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased
