Dead End Lyrics – Exhumed

My occupation was a’calling, like a tumor, it within me swelled
A path some found appalling, that I would come to know so well
A cadaverous career awaited, the filthy task I’d undertake
With a gruesome thirst for knowledge, that only the dead could slake

My studies dismissed as morbid, incurring the headmaster’s scorn
My deathly imagination derided, and into the darkness borne
From clandestine forays into graveyards, to the operating theater’s grisly scenes
My bloody studies dug ever deeper into the obscene and the unclean

For in death’s sleep what dreams may come?
And in death’s name, what deeds must be done
As an anatomist, a necrologist
But I’ll never be an apologist

My chosen path, to carve up stiffs
A career dismissed as a dead end
A surgeon’s trade, a butcher’s blade
You mourn a rest to which you won’t be laid

To serve my much derided trade
Your legacy will fade to a dead end
The pounding of my father’s coffin-nails beat a dolorous refrain
But by staving in those caskets, a richer living could be gained

My heart beat time with the hammer-falls, I learned to pluck men from the grave
And earned the name of “resurrection-man,” plying that reviled trade
For in death’s sleep what dreams may come?
And in death’s name, what deeds must be done –

As a resurrectionist, a necrologist
But I’ll never be an apologist
My chosen path, to dig up stiffs
A career dismissed as a dead end

A surgeon’s trade
A wooden spade
You mourn a rest to which you won’t be laid
To serve our much benighted trades

Your legacy will fade to a dead end
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Exhumed Lyrics – Dead End

Exhumed

Dead End