Carcass
Inpropagation
[Intro]
"A body is committed to a public mortuary. Any victim of sudden or unexpected death will be brought here for a post-mortem by a pathologist; their job is to establish the cause of death. But sometimes a body is unrecognizable. Then it is vital, especially if murder is suspected, to establish identity."

[Verse 1]
Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney
Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
For hot dry powdered human slag
Still steaming in the crematorium's grate

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates
For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate

[Chorus 1]
Your mortal mechanism dies
In nutrients rich
In the hallowed turf, you lie
Just for the taking

[Verse 2]
Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed
Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead, for use as manure

[Bridge 1]
Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed
[Verse 3]
Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire
Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch
These charred chassis desired

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu
Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do

[Chorus 2]
The nitrogen content's high
But the flesh is weak
At the graveside mourners cry
You're never to wake again

[Post-Chorus]
Never to wake again

[Verse 4]
Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed
Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed
Ploughing this abhorrent human manure
Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead, for the soils to devour

[Bridge 2]
Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed
And there's still no rest for the dead, no rest for the dead
[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 5]
I propagate, dust in the grate
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Diluted in water and sprayed on crops
Charcoal, fats, flesh, and soot
Fertilizing pasture with active fertile rot

[Verse 6]
Incumbent, latent calories are spent
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Renewing the land with corpses corrupt
Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must
To the hot hearth, the deceased are trussed

[Bridge 3]
Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil
Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils

[Verse 7]
Reaping the gone, to nourish the land
Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand
Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed
Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean
[Verse 8]
So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead
Their rest which I disturb
Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones
My cash crops now grow