Progressive deathcore/folk

Dead eyes fling open, once sleeping, awake. Called forth beyond death, a second chance decreed. The pain of life rattles these bones to move. A symphony of agony, these screams upon steel. One limb at a time, I reverse this rigor mortis. A second birth into this cold chamber of the deceased. Surfaced memories reconnect corroded synapses. Track marks patterns my pale skin black and blue. But I died and I should stay dead. There is nothing left for me on this world. Abuse put me on the streets. After the pain, death was a sweet release. For what reason have I returned to suffer in my failure? Roaming free the darkness of night feels so warm. This city has rotted and withered more than me Homeless are killed by gangs just for fun. Just like the drug lords, police turn away. Teens sell their bodies for a fix. None have hope for their future. Digging through my insides until I pluck out the demon. Pools of blood coagulate as the hook rakes in deeper. Risking death to spare someone a birth into this man-made hell. Cravings consume me, I thirst for sweet blood and salty flesh. Are we equal when you take away my rights and my body? Morguebirth is the first song I wrote for my Necroplague concept album. The lyrics follow the story of a woman who died and was resurrected as a flesh-eating zombie. Enjoy :)

Splitting apart skin, water fills the cut. Stagnant blood clogs my veins. Laying in this tub, I taunt death. How can I die if I’m already dead? Once night falls, we prowl this city. Windows shatter, doors splinter from our fists. You can’t out-run our rage. No escape once our hands claim you. Lead by our demon lord, we kill and eat in the name of justice. No one questions him, no one defies that horrid face. Under daylight, we’re starved to the brink of insanity. Confined in trap houses, we aimlessly wander. Dreaming, we taste the squishy brains. With no other way to rid the restlessness… My frail body is my canvas. He beckons us to indulge in the gore. The ecstasy of death brings me to life. We endure rigor mortis so we can feed. He brought us from the morgues, he freed us from the graves… only to make us his murderous slaves. Gunshots fire and bodies fall to the floor. A spotlight falls upon me as I run. Bullets sear gaping wounds but I only feel hate. Soon, my hunger will be satisfied. Nails carve welts on your arms. You scream as you writhe beneath me. Biting your face into ribbons of flesh. Gore soaked, I watch you die! Under the decay, I can’t feel my face! There always seems to be flesh under my nails. Darkened blood will never washes from my clothes. But I was dead and I should have stayed dead. Forced back to life, all I do is kill for him. I ate your flesh, I drank your blood. Now, I move on, dragging feet in the mud. He brought us from the morgues, he freed us from the graves… only to make us his murderous slaves. This song continues the story seen in Morguebirth I