Embers in the Mortuary

[Verse 1]
Vacant eyes in stainless trays
Toe tags flutter like dead moths
Fluorescent halos buzz and fade
As we unzip the final cloth
Needle teeth of silver thread
Kiss the jaw and pull it shut
Foam and whispers
Purple skin
Painted roses over rot
[Chorus]
Welcome to the quiet church of chemicals
Where we fix your flesh for one last lie
We sew a smile on the slack and colorless
Dress the ruin so the living never cry
(never see, never know, never cry)
[Verse 2]
Glass jars labeled with your name
Rivers siphoned from your veins
Warmth replaced by caustic ice
Perfumed sickness in the drains
Hands that bless and hands that break
Comb your hair
Carve out the bruise
Silk and satin hide the cuts
Every fracture carefully removed
[Chorus]
Welcome to the quiet church of chemicals
Where we fix your flesh for one last lie
We sew a smile on the slack and colorless
Dress the ruin so the living never cry
(never see, never know, never cry)
[Bridge]
[Guitars drop to eerie clean arpeggios]
Behind the curtain
Breathless choir
Cardboard crowns for fallen kings
Family weeps in rented silence
We mop the halo from the sink
[Chorus]
Welcome to the quiet church of chemicals
Where we fix your flesh for one last lie
We sew a smile on the slack and colorless
Dress the ruin so the living never cry
You go spotless into velvet emptiness
And we lock the freezer on your sky

metal, Crushing dark metal with dissonant twin guitars, downtuned chugs, and cavernous double-kicks. Male vocals switching between guttural lows and tortured highs; verses crawl in a bleak mid-tempo while chorus surges with tremolo-picked chords and choir-like backing screams. Bridge drops to ominous clean guitar and rumbling toms before exploding into a final, chaotic onslaught.