Inpropagation - Carcass

[00:18.24]Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney
[00:33.84]Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
[01:02.7]For hot dry powdered human slag
[01:08.34]Still steaming in the crematorium's grate
[01:12.99]Bio organic ebullition bones tar tallow dehydrates
[01:15.93]For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate
[01:17.76]Your mortal mechanism dies in nutrients rich
[01:19.11]In the hallowed turf you lie just for the taking
[01:21.24]Charred sinew's as good as lime no phosphates do I need
[01:41.79]Deteriorated flesh used as top soil to replenish and nourish seed
[01:54.96]Spreading this human potash as ash matured
[01:59.009995]Recycling my rich harvest bring out your dead for use as manure
[02:12.03]Irrigating tears are shed but the ground still must be fed
[02:15.84]Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
[02:17.97]Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire
[02:33.15]Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch
[02:38.79001]These charred chassis desired
[02:39.75]Exequiet rites now performed a coronach sooting up the flu
[02:47.22]Enter my execrable inferno even in the after life there's work to do
[03:01.68]The nitrogen content's high but the flesh is weak
[03:17.28]At the graveside mourners cry you're never to wake again
[03:30.72]Burnt brisket renews the ground to germinate my seed
[03:38.58]Cremated bodies are my spoil to use them as plant feed
[03:40.38]Ploughing this abhorrent human manure
[03:43.17]Seeding my rich harvest bring out your dead for the soils to devour
[03:48.3]Dry the dead are bled because the ground must be fed
[04:00.39]And there's still no rest for the dead
[04:35.19]I propagate dust in the grate
[04:46.2]Ashes to ashes dust to dust diluted in water and sprayed on crops
[04:55.26]Charcoal fats flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot
[04:58.08002]Incumbent latent calories are spent
[05:27.57]Ashes to ashes dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt
[05:34.2]Mortuary scrapings hearses a must to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed
[05:55.14]Harvesting the defouled to fertilize my soil
[05:58.47]Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils
[06:16.98]Reaping the gone to nourish the land
[06:19.68]Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand
[06:22.98]Restoring the unnatural balance sowing my seed
[06:26.43]Defalcating the departed I rapt and glean
[06:27.54]So I recite my contrite lament lacrimation for the dead
[06:36.45]Their rest which I disturb
[06:38.1]Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones
[06:48.0]My cash crops now grow