The Living Dead at the Manchester Morgue

I'm only haunted by the living
No phantasm, ghoul or spectre pursuits me
No ageless eidolic true ghost story
A mellancholic, gloomy blanket comforting

Overcast nebula of impeding dread
A dimming contentemente dissipates
Divinely baptised in misery
An obtuse, benumbing, merciless fate

Recognise, realise
The truth that it's me who is haunting you

I'm only haunted by the living
No phantasm, ghoul or spectre pursuits me
No ageless eidolic true ghost story
A mellancholic, gloomy blanket comforting

Overcast nebula of impeding dread
A dimming contentemente dissipates
Divinely baptised in misery
An obtuse, benumbing, merciless fate

I waltz among the living dead
A gutteral ballet
An atrocious funeration, gruesome pirouette

Calignous philosophy
Persistent hauntology
Firmly bludgeoned

So let them lie
Dissolving six feet under in the quicklime
Let the sleeping corpses lie

So, so let them lie, materialisation
So, so let them lie, tactile visitation

Let the sleeping corpses lie

I'm only haunted by the living
No phantasm, ghoul or spectre pursuits me
No ageless eidolic true ghost story
Divinely baptised in misery

I waltz among the living dead
A gutteral ballet
An atrocious funeration, gruesome pirouette

So let them lie
Dissolving six feet under in the quicklime
The supine mortified
Let the sleeping corpses lie

Let the sleeping corpses lie
Let the sleeping corpses lie

Lie
Lie