quickly moving in the morning fore the corpse gets cold doesn t matter whether young or old up the mountain now we make our climb everyone knows it s feeding time and so they sharpen the knives sharpen the blades close your eyes it ll be okay let s take a walk to where the vultures roam feast upon the bodies clean them down to the bone strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes this is what will happen to you when you die adipocere adipocere adipocere adipocere find the mortician with the bag on his head watch him as he slices bits of flesh off the dead drinks away his whiskey as a means to atone he s never sober he can t do it alone and so he sharpens his knife sharpens his blade close your eyes it ll be okay let s take a walk to where the vultures roam feast upon the bodies clean them down to the bone strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes this is what will happen to you when you die seven hundred winged creatures waiting in line sixty seven eyes are focused watching them dine seven of the brethren are turning their heads this is how the village people bury their dead  adipocere adipocere adipocere adipocere4