Waxwork-Exhumed

[ti:Waxwork] [ar:Exhumed] [al:Anatomy Is Destiny / Live In Japan] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Waxwork - Exhumed [00:56.53]In my waxen world time stands still [00:58.70]Forever frozen like flies trapped in amber [01:01.04]One moment preserved just ere the kill [01:03.64]Gruesome atrocities transfixed in horror's chamber [01:05.97]Poetry without motion figures stranded midstream [01:08.22]Waxen players in this dark drama of the macabre [01:10.25] [01:10.89]Mouths agape with terror but breathless to scream [01:12.92]No death rattle heard nor parting sors [01:16.39]Through my morbid art [01:18.55]Truly alive from the start [01:20.76]Follow your gaze as you gawk [01:22.78] [01:23.41]In their shadow you walk [01:25.64]Cadavers molded in wax as their lives buried away [01:29.01]More preening puppets to perform in the scenes that I play [01:32.44] [01:33.02]Features cast in the moment of dying preserved [01:35.95] [01:36.71]How they screamed as they met with their fates well deserved [01:39.61] [01:40.75]Wax work [01:43.14]Recreating the horror of the moment of death [01:45.77]My models serve their purpose quite well [01:47.70]Embalm their bodies in wax capture their dying breath [01:50.56]Drain the fluids to stave off the smell [01:52.90]Dolls that dance to their own funeral dirge [01:55.48]They play out their death scenes interminably [01:57.57]As prized their exhibits in my dark reserve [01:59.67]They unfold their secrets only to me [02:02.50] [02:03.72]Life their death's decree [02:05.19] [02:05.81]They surrendered to me [02:07.51] [02:08.39]Look unflinchingly at death [02:10.51]Or turn away fast [02:13.15]Skin blistered and softened and sealed away [02:16.15] [02:16.88]Another preserved puppet to prance that I play [02:19.55] [02:20.41]The fear ensnared in their captive countenances I've trapped [02:23.35] [02:24.14]Mummified and memorialised in wax well woven and wrapped [02:28.04]Wax work [02:35.62] [03:39.76]Sit still in your place at the end of the blade [03:42.29]By my design death's hand find you just out of reach [03:44.54]Another player in this deathly silent world that I have made [03:47.01]Devoid of sound fury or motion sense movement or speech [03:49.51]Awaiting a terminus that never will come [03:51.90]You're a marionette bound by my strings [03:53.99]Trussed in this tomb of wax your time here is not done [03:56.71]Time does not quite end all things [03:58.89] [03:59.83]This is my life's work this still silent place [04:01.72] [04:02.32]In a cold waxen face [04:04.00] [04:04.65]Whatever you do [04:06.19] [04:06.97]It sees back into you too so [04:10.30]Scalded washed life away [04:12.26] [04:13.30]Wax covered my still screaming prey [04:15.86] [04:16.79]Another piece for my prizing recast in my mold [04:19.54] [04:20.52]Features harden and set as the grows stiff and cold [04:23.09] [04:24.35]Wax work