Tear apart the scraps Of the rotten flesh Give birth to the reek Of their decayed innards I live for the thrill Of slicing dead bodies As I recreate their cause of Death
Staring in their eyes I can see the fear Touching their skin I can feel the pain
Cutting open the flesh I clench my fist Dissecting the dead Insane pathologist!
Blood, meat and torn Limbs lie on my medical table I seek to unite them To build my perfect son Out of splendid body parts I will create him He will be the first member of my armyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
