carcass - forensic clinicism / the sanguine article lyrics[music: steer]
[lyrics: walker]
salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings i sift,
cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex i just yearn to rip,
with impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts i gratify,
cold premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery i hold your fragile life...
pultacious...
pugnacious...
pernicious...
acro-idiopathic...
artificially concussed, excavating to your gastric core,
patulous, deep wounds, cascading and crimson as i explore,
master at my bloody art, i like to carve sculpture and maim,
mounted on the freezer's geurney, you're exhibited until you enter into decay...
pultacious...
pugnacious...
delicious...
gastric-idiopathology...
welcome to my theatre, the stage upon which i act,
turning into a sumptuous perfomance, heiniously i hew and gash,
churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick,
a quick toke of nitrous oxide is how i get my kicks...
expurgating healthy tissue, opulent flesh i slit,
costate cuts expunged as the patient i now fillet,
malpractising and mussing, carnage hyperventilates,
self placebonic, the only is operate...
the recumbent are my prey - under my genital blade,
your precordium i brutally plunder - whilst you're put under
exanguinating - you're totally parched,
exenterating - removing body parts,
wholly abraded - surgically maimed,
decortication - medically slain
contaminating, infacting, how i love to cough and sneeze,
on the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed,
anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical stupor is induced,
with callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced...
i extract the gullet - to end up in my bucket,
a quick flick of my wrist - and i'll be struck off the list
exanguinating - straigh from the heart,
exenterating - with my lancet so sharp,
anatomically - my surgery maims,
decortication - by the clinically deranged
gross misconduct, i make the choicest cuts,
text book stabs, written on your tag...
wheeled away after a medical mishap,
in a polythene bag your body is now wrapped...
the acute wound now sealed up,
the picture of ill-health, you're a bit cut up... |