Defuncts

歌詞

From the halter, from a crime, from a seance; from a Burial, from a child, die in July; from the pain . . . The Black Man. Of Defuncts . . . who appear in the dreams. Of Defuncts . . . lying on the plankbed morgue. Of Defuncts . . . who made to ring bells. Of Defuncts . . . who touch with their cold hands. Of Defuncts . . . who die young in summer dead. Of Defuncts, tales of hunted medianic. Of Defuncts . . . buried in desecrated ground. Of Defuncts who scream from the Coffin . . . What's the life for a Defunct? It's a life that should be. What's the life for a living? It's a mask on borrow time . . . When the Defuncts deceased violently in pain. Of Defuncts . . . who don't realize be dead. Of Defuncts spit 'em out from medium mouth. Of Defuncts . . . summon back by conjuration.