Epidermis punctured  As the deadened blood is drawn  Stiff cadever on the table  Victims of death's spawn  Desicate, deteriorate  Start to decompose  Process of embalment  Through your veins the chemicals flow    No more thoughts inside your head  Your brain is on a tray  Injection of formaldehyde  Organs have decayed  Light of day not to be seen  Again by the deceased  Rigor mortis is your future  Death ignored your pleas    Blood replced by chemicals   No more life is found  Next stop is a wooden box  Rotting underground