C/Carcass/Forensic Clinicism / The Sanguine Article
Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift, Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip, With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts I gratify, Cold premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery I hold your fragile life...
Artificially concussed, excavating to your gastric core, Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and crimson as I explore, Master at my bloody art, I like to carve sculpture and maim, Mounted on the freezer's geurney, you're exhibited until you enter into decay...
Welcome to my theatre, the stage upon which I act, Turning into a sumptuous perfomance, heiniously I hew and gash, Churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick, A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks...
Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent flesh I slit, Costate cuts expunged as the patient I now fillet, Malpractising and mussing, carnage hyperventilates, Self placebonic, the only is operate...
The recumbent are my prey - under my genital blade, Your precordium I brutally plunder - whilst you're put under
Contaminating, infacting, how I love to cough and sneeze, On the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed, Anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical stupor is induced, With callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced...
I extract the gullet - to end up in my bucket, A quick flick of my wrist - and I'll be struck off the list
Exanguinating - straigh from the heart, Exenterating - with my lancet so sharp, Anatomically - my surgery maims, Decortication - by the clinically deranged
Gross misconduct, I make the choicest cuts, Text book stabs, written on your tag...
Wheeled away after a medical mishap, In a polythene bag your body is now wrapped... The acute wound now sealed up, The picture of ill-health, you're a bit cut up...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
