Death Nesting - Late Nights At The Morgue

The hum of the freezer’s a lullaby tune, Steel on skin under flickerin’ gloom. Coffee gone cold by the bodies’ side, Every hour the same, just another body on the slab. Hands ache deep from the lift and the roll, Paperwork’s stacked like the weight of a soul. I wash what’s left, tag what’s gone, The night don’t end, it just drags on. Late nights at the morgue wear a man thin, Clock hands crawl, air thick as sin. The lights buzz low, the cold cuts through, And every face starts lookin’ like you. Late nights at the morgue, the air don’t move, Fluorescent blues and an empty room. Tag on a toe, name half gone, I whisper it once, then move on. The floor’s slick gray, smell hangs on, Metal and bleach where mercy’s gone. The body’s a task, the soul’s the toll, You start losin’ pieces you didn’t know you’d sold. Late nights at the morgue wear a man thin, Clock hands crawl, air thick as sin. The lights buzz low, the cold cuts through, And every face starts lookin’ like you. Late nights at the morgue wear a man thin, Heart beats slow, lungs give in. The world forgets, the bodies stay, And I punch the clock anyway. Ain’t no peace down here… Just the hum and the cold.