See the Dead
See the dead, see the dead
Skin all shriveled and dry
Pull it away, look inside
There is no red
See the dead, see the dead
The organs all exposed
Stretched, moved, examined
They are all shown
See the dead, see the dead
The bodies opened up
Looked at for sciences
Just like a frog
See the dead, see the dead
It's all done
Learned all you can
Send 'em back
See the dead, see the dead
Family's are sad
Tradition is thrown out
Cremate them now they're back
Move on...
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