The fear of death falls in rotine
Made him believe, he´d has a long time
Believing, was time, to joy the life
And decisions would be made in future
Cause the corpses he always saw rot
Already lived all their lifes, old people
Sooner the next corpse in mortuary
Can be you!!!
Wake up, wake up morgue man
Your life already rotting, already stink
Everything was normaly, until he discover
A incurable sickness in his body
Mortuary man
No more time for you
Sooner they´ll demand your soul
And What? What will you say?
Sooner the next corpse in mortuary
Can be you!!!
No more time left, make your choice!!!
