[Speech:]   "Human remains in a beaker and tray and coffee pot. Bones which were being   partly macerated, dissolved, in a margarine container which had engine   coolant in it. It smelled very awful."      Striking up my discordant underture   A carnal cacophony perversely penned   Transposed...and decomposed   On strings fashioned from human twine   Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow   Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate   In a final death-throe      Vibrant as I thresh...   Movements scripted for the dead...      Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct   My corpus concertos cordial   Disinterred... and detuned   With six feet below   In harmony with the deceased   My inspiration...your disintegration   For my latest masterpiece      My scope creeps your flesh...   Notes seep from sinewy frets...      But don't hold your breath   As you wait for your god or the void   Or the abyss of nothingness   Your usefulness isn't through   Your productivity I resume...      My sorbid, soiled handicrafts   Will be your afterlife's handicap....      ...My corrupt crescendos...   ...Will leave you out on a limbo...   ...Your disposition I unleash...   ...You will rest in my piece...      With deadly dynamics   You're dead, buried and barred   Your remains dampened and fingered   Your mortal coil is barbed   The death-bells are peeling   Ringing out as you flake   Shrieking out their recitals   A celebration of your wake...      Enter my funereality   My world two metres under   A curious habitat   Your muddy trench I plunder   Pass on to ethereality   Churned out under the sextant's blade   You live your life in wretchedness   And death is no escape...