Impaled - We Belong Dead Lyrics
A plague on mankind, a pox on the planetWe are the surgeons of sickness and shitInnocent bystanders are subjected to the horrorOur gruesome displays give rise to a furorBodies were piled and defiantly defiledUp to our knees in blood, sweat, and bileFor the means to achieve our deviant needsThe guilty should die and the innocent bleedDoctors of death, practitioners of painMorbid addictions cannot be restrainedA need to dismember, disfigure, and maimBy A.M.A. standards, we've gone quite insaneHippocrates turning in his graveThe oath, broken, cannot be mendedFrom the realms of science we've strayedAnd into the charnel house descendedVitriolic tinctures substituted for plasmaIntra-venously rotted by a virulent miasmaAppendages unnecessarily amputatedTo promote zero growth all were castratedA myopic nurse doles out the bonesawThe O.R. is now a functioning abbatoirPrescriptions meted out for an untimely demiseInjections of fces, our malicious adviceAppointments were kept for the ceasing of livesOur promise to heal, a pack of liesA Hippocratic hypocrisyWhen the pledge is defiledThe house of healing an atrocityThe list of victims we've compiledHung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the veinLet flow the redChoked on a pill, impaled through the brainWe belong dead[solo: "The Flesh and the Fiends" by S.C. McGrath]Our clinic raided by the authoritiesLittered with corpses on all thirteen storiesWe toiled long in the laboratoriesFueled by methamphetamines and fortiesWading through offal and excrementAgents of law effect our detainmentJudicial procedings
