General Surgery - Severe Catatonia In Pathology Lyrics
Cutting through your clothes, trying to reach your fleshLet my fingers feel your pure white skinI love to see your fears reflected in your eyesWe're going to have a party, you and meMy little hatchets edge is longing for your skullIt wants to see the texture of your brainMy surgery's a lark, I'm quite a wacky guyNot cracked and weird like everybody elseScream to your heart's contentAs your veins I happily shredSystematically slicing up your cheeksDrilling holes in your wrists to be chicIntestines I entwine, dripping juices, sludge and gunkTaking pictures to remind me when I'm bored and down on luckWhat a thrill it is to feel the inside of your headYour thoughts I seem to sense, but that's not possible as you seem to bequite deadInserting safety pins,Stimulated by my sins,Your relics just for meCause I love you, can't you see?Your pubes I pierce and slicePunctured bladders my delightSuppurating, shiny fleshBloody carcass quite a messSteam rising from the ruins of your corpseThe heat in this house is quite inadequate for this pathological causeMaggots I dislikeThey impose upon my funMy merrymaking ruinedBy these rancid little wormsGlobs of bodily juices drop and splat upon the floorAs I drag your festering corpse, oozing sticky strings of goreYour shoulder bones protruding, cracking as they hit the wallPetrol sure in handy when you tire of it allRotting muscles slipping off, congealing lumpy massBlistering and frying as your cadaver turn to ashScooping up remainsPouring into tins and jugsFeeling clean and pure of mindI'm a genius, not obnoxious...
