Chop Shop Lyrics

Fifty dead but no remains. Dig some holes for pseudo graves. Caskets are empty. No carcass to decay in the silky satin folds in the box of eternal sleep. No tears are shed by me. Jewels of death rest submerged in the earth, reminders of another catastrophic occurrence. I view your uninhabited burial site with lust. With my shovel and my pick I peel back the epidermis of the earth's crust to unveil dark pearls of the undead. Vacant coffins in the ground unholy treasure to be found. Bounty hunters of the lost dead have come to repo cadaverless spread. Dark servants of the unlight commandeer your frivolous monument to assist their mystical plight. Catacomb casket chop shop, detach crucifix with a blood thirsty lop.