Lying on a bed, tragically Ridden with a plague, inside of me My stomach is decaying rapidly Slowly I will die, not up to me My body's rotting internally Doomed to die abnormally Tasting blood in my mouth,br> Blood-curdling death without a doubt Manifestation, decaying flesh Ulcers of pus, break and gush Surgeon's knife, inserted clean Internal decay, ain't no dream
Cancered organs exposed, spill out Surgeon's instruments probe, I shout They cut out bile and gore, with no shame I'm lying on my back, in terrible pain
Feeling rubber-gloves intruding me Cutting rotting flesh,br> Removing all the rot and bloody guts Absorbing all the pus The rest of me's ablaze through ablation Abysmal torture Acrid smells of death and vomit Festering carnage
My mind writhes in this necropsy The surgeon's blade My body's become a mangled mess The slaughter's made Decapitation of what I once had Amputation My only hope is to die soon Death sets inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.