Adipocere - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Quickly moving in the morning 'fore the corpse gets cold

Doesn't matter whether young or old

Up the mountain, now we make our climb

Everyone knows it's feeding time

And so they sharpen the knives, sharpen the blades

Close your eyes, it'll be okay

Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam

Feast upon the bodies, clean them down to the bone

Strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes

This is what will happen to you when you die

Adipocere

Find the mortician with the bag on his head

Watch him as he slices bits of flesh off the dead

Drinks away his whiskey as a means to atone

He's never sober, he can't do it alone

And so he sharpens his knife, sharpens his blade

Close your eyes, it'll be okay

Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam

Feast upon the bodies, clean them down to the bone

Strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes

This is what will happen to you when you die

Seven hundred winged creatures waiting in line

Sixty-seven eyes are focused watching them dine

Seven of the brethren are turning their heads

This is how the village people bury their dead

Adipocere