Only tools and corpses in an easy game I find live people and I play with them I love a scaloel or a stitch or too And the way they cry as the needles pulled through I love operations and the beautiful stench Dissected slowly on my bench Sewn up punctures and gaping holes Keeping them alive so they can feel it all
Only tools and corpses
Then you open up the wounds where the blood has clot Draining their fluid through beakers and pots No senses left as their blood's sucked dry Kiss them goodnight and wave them goodbye
Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses work Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses
Opened gashes and visible bone shown Terrified corpses unable to moan now Bloody chunks of my human sacrifice Pulled apart like helpless laboratory mice
Laying their cold organs on my skin Fingering the holes where I pushed steel rods in Stroking the liver kidneys and heart Human dissection is a game an art
We've got some half priced livers sliced Miles and miles of entrails diced Tortured with Bon Jovi and David Bowie LPs I've killed thingy and whats-his-name (all my victims look the same) And kept hold of the eyeballs of a mush from Shepherds Bush A bloody fucking mess - All over my nice clean vest
Only corpse workTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
