Instruments of surgical discomfort show rust beneath the light
my captive slowly wakes to binding straps that hold him tight
a panicked cry draws my attention
as I close in with shears, his bowels lose retention
Life made a monster out of me, ending theirs will set me free
clamps and drills should do the trick, for my special brand of sick
now the world's my killing field, by my scalpel they will squeal
dealing butchery and despair, leave them mortally impaired
orthopedic installation opens up your maw, mouth packed full of dirty gauze to break your fucking jaw
the agony of this will plague you every time you scream,
my next move, your feet removed, I roll the flesh up to your knees
Scalpel opens up the skin, I poke and prod within
I don't know where to start, to prolong pain I must be smart
injected with adrenaline, vitality still stirs within
as i begin my final trick, extract the gear which makes him tick!
Life made a monster out of me, ending theirs will set me free
clamps and drills should do the trick, for my special brand of sick
now the world's my killing field, by my scalpel they will squeal
dealing butchery and despair, leave them mortally impaired
Morbid fate
lacerate
mutilate
desecrate

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