The Morticians Flame

Lyrics for The Morticians Flame

Hunter of tears, relative pain Half of this world is dark with the stain The stain of unknowing The dead flower buds On smiling lips is innocent blood, oh yeah The corpse of your god can only rot and grow old Now promise me you'll kill me before I get old I hear you on the telephone Moaning my doom A cold woman will kill me in a darkened room, oh yeah Just enough, a heart attack Zip up my black body bag Take me home and make me, love Bite the head of our lost dove Take your time and take your life Amputate with this dull knife Heaven's meat is on the stick Stir my pain with an ice pick Pick, pick, pick Pick, pick, pick Pick, pick, pick The chain-saw smile of the mortician shines I still got all my fingers but somewhere I lost my mind God gave me this cover You can never undo I take the gun out of my mouth and point it at you, oh yeah