Impaled - Mondo Medicale Lyrics
Grinding forth from the halls of educationReplete with the stench of dessicationFour pre-meds suffer condemnationTomes were perused, tombs were abusedAll medico-legal limitations refusedWith inhuman dexterity and intelligence, infusedMaster thespians in the operating theatreLikewise endowed in a gorenography featureDeranged we may be after a blood bathBut all that rots can't be studied intactSifting through reams of anatomical chartsBisecting livers and dissecting heartsArcane knowledge for doctoral upstartsRooting through a chum ridden morassCells scrutinized on iodized glassWe've mapped the structure of a carcass(solo: "Destroying Galen" by J. Kocol)(solo: "De Fabrica Humani Corpus" by S.C. McGrath)Up to our elbows in grue and claretWe proffer quite a sanguine displayAs we rule this mondo medicaleWith scalpels and blades prepared on the trayIntegument cut and dermis to flayYou will rue this mondo medicaleBypassing moral balances and checksSummistes on high, rewriting textsOur æsculapian methods leave them all vexedSurgical aspirations, all dignifiedPost-modern Versali, repersonifiedBut for our successes, we're villifiedA trocar employed for psycho-surgeryIn this bedlam of hospitalityThough flesh and blood are dead insideThe gross anatomy can still be appliedTo raise the stakes of medicine's breadthThese choice cuts ours, until deathOur work is to die for so don't be a knaveChoke on it and go back to the grave
