Throw open the drawers in the dissection ward Hone the keen of the scalpel’s dread blade Scrub down the slab, for toes yet to be tagged And Y-shaped thoracic incisions to be made Slice - through the corpses that now lay before us Postmortem butchery Hack - through the thorax with bonesaw and pick-axe Recreational pathology In death we are brought to this - Dis-assembly line Our legacy is hacked to bits - Dis-assembly line On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit - Dis-assembly line Ribcages shattered, gastric acids spatter The trocar suctions sebum and bile Craniotomies botched, cold blood curdles and clots Staining forceps, hemostat and file Rend - through cold flesh, never minding the mess Dis-organized carnal junk heap Slash - limb, hands, and feet, autopsy incomplete Just another piece of dead meat In death we are brought to this - Dis-assembly line Our legacy is hacked to bits - Dis-assembly line On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit - Dis-assembly line
[Lead – Matt] [Lead - Wes]
Cankered cadavers, strewn in swollen disorder An abattoir of the deceased Slaughter the dead, spraying green, black and red In gastric discharge I stand ankle-deep Tear - out the brains of the sadistically splayed Indignities heaped upon their expiration Shred - unseeing eyes and gash venal, flabby thighs With macabre, sardonic vexation In death we are brought to this - Dis-assembly line Our legacy is hacked to bits - Dis-assembly line On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit - Dis-assembly lineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
