The Scandel Dirge For The Drunk Lyrics

Sweat the fever out.
Score the flesh to peel it back.
Tear it apart just to see what moves inside.
Saw it away just to watch it die.
We take the dead in the lead.
Reflex remains, nerves twitch into taut smiles.
Hand to mouth and back to pocket.
The dead are carried out the front door, try not to let the living see.
These timbers creak with the weight of what we mask. This enter tries to blind the stench of decay.
This scene will go rehearsed.