Shrouded by this mortal veil, something has gone wrong   Engaging conscious thought, though we are dead gone   A new beginning to the physiological   But as we decompose, the pain is unbearable      Cellular dissolution, structures in decay   Our systems in disarray   Glistening lividity on exfodiating skin   Living decomposition      From beyond the pale, we survive   The pain of being dead alive      Eyeballs exssicate   As moisture dissipates   The epidermis shrinks   As a countenance sinks   No marrow left to slake   Dried bones as they break   Muscles liquify   As the skelature is nullified      (solo: "The Living Dead" by S.C. McGrath)      The abdomen distends   With noxious gasses that offend      (solo: "Life After Death" by J. Kocol)      Organs dessicate   A foul odor we execrate      (solo: "Return of the Living Dead" by S.C. McGrath)      Four disparate minds converge on one theorem   Merits were to be had for our death-defying serum   Decomposing and gutted, our existence it prolonged   Though we have died, still we live on      Post-mortem torturing, immortal suffering   Pain receptors functioning   Prone amongst detritus without ambulation   No tomb, no rest, no supplication      We suffer while our nervous systems thrive   The pain of being dead alive      We never wanted to revive   The pain of being dead alive