Lidless Coffin - Morbus Chron

Human brought in, dripping with pus

Doctors approach, much to discuss

Disfigure the body, amputate the head

State is confirmed as dead

Glue on the skull for a pleasant wake

People moaning 'cus of autopsy mistake

«As I’m put down the mouldy earth I await my final rebirth»

Coffin begins to crack

Rising up from black

On impulse from beyond

To hunger it responds

Beware of the Lidless Coffin

Dead but walking, with a glued on head

Cannibal instinct, eat human with bread

Doctors and scientists are trying to pretend

That this is not humanities end

Braindead ugly freak

Inflicting mortal pain

Flesh it seeks

Craving your fuckin' brain

Beware of the Lidless Coffin