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Текст песни Exhumed - Waxwork

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[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey]In my waxen world, time stands stillForever frozen like flies trapped in amberOne perfect moment preserved, just ere the killGruesome atrocities transfixed in horror`s chamberPoetry without motion, figures stranded midstreamWaxen players in this dark drama of the macabreMouths agape with terror but breathless to screamNo death rattle heard, nor parting sors...I am preserver of life through my morbid artFor each mannequin was truly alive from the startSo if the eyes seem to follow your gaze as you gawkKnow that in the eyes of the dead, in their shadow you walk...Cadavers molded in wax as their lives buried awayMore preening puppets to perform in the scenes that I playFeatures cast in the moment of dying preservedHow they screamed as they met with their fates well deserved...WAXWORKRecreating the horror of the moment of deathMy models serve their purpose quite wellEmbalm their bodies in wax, capture their dying breathDrain the fluids to stave off the smellLike dolls that dance to their own funeral dirgeThey play out their death scenes interminablyAs prized their exhibits in my dark reserveThey unfold their secrets only to meLife eternal in wax was their death`s decreeSuffering for my art, they surrendered to meSo when their eyes lock with your gazeLook unflinchingly at death or turn away fast...Skin blistered and softened as it was coated and sealed awayAnother preserved puppet to prance on the strings that I playThe fear ensnared in their captive countenances I`ve trappedMummified and memorialised in wax well-woven and wrapped...WAXWORK[Lead - Matt]So sit still in your place at the end of the bladeBy my design, death`s hand find you just out of reachAnother player in this deathly silent world that I have madeDevoid of sound, fury or motion, sense, movement or speechAwaiting a terminus that never will comeYou`re a marionette bound by my stringsTrussed in this tomb of wax, your time here is not doneFor time does not quite end all things...This is my life`s work, this still, silent placeA monument to the fear frozen in a cold, waxen faceTake care not to stare into their eyes, whatever you doWhen you look deep into death, it sees back into you too...Flesh bubbled and scalded, as this molten bath washed life awayWax covered my still-screaming preyAnother piece for my prizing, recast in my moldFeatures harden and set as the wax grows stiff and cold...WAXWORK

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