Funeral Home - Macabre

You are pronounced dead

Due to a crushing blow to the head

The reaper has passed his curse

Lifeless body hauled away in a hearse

Death is the reality

Life it lies in a dormant grave

It’s off to the funeral home

Isn’t it great?

Death in the embalmer’s hands

He cuts your organs and puts them in pans

Then he drains all your blood

Embalms your veins til they flood

Then you’re put into your casket

Rolled in and put on display

He made you look like you were

Living today

The under taker

Cuts you open

And he rips out

All of your insides

And you cannot escape

His clutches

For you will be

Embalmed by him

AAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA

You are on your

Way to the funeral home

You are in the

Funeral home and you are

DEAD!