Abramelin - The Germ Factory Lyrics
Uniformed psychotics, the perfect military coverActs of malicious murder, supposed laboratory testsWar pawn wheeled on a trolley of steel, primitive future seen through crucified eyesScreams of agony, peeling torture as the six-year-old faces his autopsyEnd it now!Released days later to her relief.Frost-bitten hands meet a hot water troughHastier than mental comprehension, her loose ice-rotten hands are violently torn off[Chorus]Human guinea pigs are subjected to rooms of mutated bacterial plaguesDiseased and disfigured beyond recognition, dumped into filthy putrefied gravesBeaten mutilated pulps of crimson meat lay in decaying puddles on the floorAll for logical scientific progression or unthinkable atrocities of a senseless war?The dawning of a new day, another plague is born.An airborne septic death machine to leave enemies ravaged and tornInternal organs dissolve to mush, blood coughed up in thickened clotsTumors spreading through the body, your system slowly shuts down...then rots[repeat chorus]
