The very cold blood of the addicted doctor to the cadavers It begins the process of the autopsy, looking for the cause of the decease Without remorse some opens up and it cuts the stomach Observing some strange substance That perhaps it was the reason of their death All the organs are revised Being about giving an answer of how it died The hands manipulate the remains The morgue, the place, but she fries and inhuman Alone, it is visited by beings that she no longer has lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
