A Doctors Call Will Bring You Down
Then They Converse
Upon The Table They've Drawn The Sight
To Answer Your Death
No Call For A Scream, It's Too Late To Cry
You've Already Died
The Scissors!
The Scalpel!
Respond!
Respond!
Now! Time Is Near
Fortunes Thought Of Today
It's All In Vain, The Knife
You'd Heave A Sight But Your Not Alive
Your Flesh Examined By All
The Call, It's Time
Trace The Skin
Draw The Line
Sharpen The Tool And It Cuts!
Autopsy Begun
First Drain Your Blood
Post Mortem To Answer Your Death
No Legal Proof
No Shroud To Hide
No Need For Your Own Consent
Just Curl Up And Die
A Witness To Sign
Approve The Day Of Your Death
So Now It Is
Your Words Are Missed
Dead, You Can't
Respond!
Respond!
