Impaled - Operating Theatre Lyrics
Baiting the vain and aesthetically challengedTo my office of promise and false hopeDemarcating lines of incision for corporeal revisionThe foundation laid for a malpractical jokeTranquilized and secured on a gurneyAssociates throng for the spectacle on which they thriveUnconsciousness no escape as you lay wide awakeOur peers observe as your placed under knifeWe'd like to welcome you to the operating theatreMy scalpel marks perforations on your countenanceVolsella securely fastened as I pullAs ligature is excised with no anasthesiaI'm sure you'll find this process quite painfulFourteen bones degloved as periosteum is exposedBereft of palpebra, eyes starve for moistureThe nasal conchae and zygomaUnder chisel and mallet shall fissureA jovial soire for which our comrades have gatheredRelinquished admission and collude in our laughterThey applaud the disfiguring with needless sufferingFrom this mutilation there will be no recoveringAn abscinded face we'll replace with your posteriorGaze through a brown-eye as your shit-faced in the mirrorYour visage is your end, the lips a sphincter insteadIn our surgical troupe you're cast as the shit-headPiercing adipose tissueWith rusted hooks and screwsTo keep the crowd amusedYou'll break a leg or twoWith needle and ink I stainYour skin, with text profaneNo part is left unmaimedThis show's rather insaneWe'll knock 'em dead in the operating theatreThe show must gore on in the operating theatreAs the curtain falls on another corpus-plastyChains jangle when the flesh they're sewn in twitchesYou shant miss your cue as your body we abuse-a
