Paroles de Unnamed

Slowly lumbering forth Reawakened in pain Stitched together from parts A gestalt of remains Desecrating the dead Reconstructing a frame Animation of flesh Electricity midwiving the profane The heart is beating again The lungs are breathing again The eyes are seeing again In the quickening light A conception of pride The ensoulment of dust In the quickening light Unfamiliar voice grunting something bizarre Unfamiliar hands still can fret a guitar Slowly lumbering forth Necrosis in reverse Muscle memory crawls back Inarticulate fury comes unrehearsed