I scrawled an ode to this mortal coil   In scarlet upon your back   I gnarled in code with dreadful toil   A parting verse so black...   Ivory skin streched out before me   In frozen fields of pallid grace   Livid eyes rolled back and silently implored me   From out of your jaundiced face      Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp   Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph   Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume   Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb      A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard   The time has come to mince more than words   Parting words don`t often cut this deep   Engraved on your back, the secrets we`ll keep      Though you`ll never read these empty words   Upon the slab you lie so still   They don`t cut as deep as you deserve   Poetic licence to hack, maim, and kill...      The porcelain flesh that enshrouds you remains   Were both my parchment and my muse   Now incarnadined hand I penned these lines   As best I could well manage   I cruelly carved out these designs   What words are worth in tissue damage...       Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp   Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph   Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume   Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb      A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard   The time has come to mince more than words   Parting words don`t often cut this deep   Engraved on your back, the secrets we`ll keep...