The Embalmers Art by Temple of Void Lyrics

Here. This town. Secluded slice of life. Picture-perfect front of diabolic atrocity
What cold horror lies beyond these warm smiles and hospitality?
Potter’s Bluff
The Embalmer’s Art
Master work of the wicked
Unsuspecting ones wander incautiously
The geniality of the accommodating town of death
Last moments to life
Captured in macabre photographs
Of anguish and final breaths
Self-Made God
The embalmer’s task
Engineer of perverse monstrosity
Town mortician
Nefarious puppeteer
Creator of this depraved paradise
To which you have returned
Carefully stationed piece
Of this morbid puzzle
You too have died