General Surgery Decomposer Lyrics

Decomposer Lyrics

Are we lying comfortably?



I hope that you fear not



Your stay here shall be lengthy



Depending on just how quickly you rot 







Apply a quicklime mudpack 



Hinder circulation



Artificially inflicted gangrene



Hasten the maceration







Rendered impeccably clean 



Stripped to the ivory core 



The cleansing of your fetid flesh 



Revealing the divine gleam of bone 







Strings of muscle tissue



Yanked away with ease



Luckily I removed your tongue 



I'm distracted by agonized screams 







It probably won't hurt too much



The sedatives will bear you through



The pain eventually subsides 



When your nerve ends turn to goo 







Bound to be gored 



Intravenously fed



Destined to rot 



Your skin to be shed







Trimming off loose sinew



Your appearance is still a mess 



My psychopedantic maniacal glee 



Matches your distress







Cleanliness is godliness



Unbound by rank decay



I admire your skeletal remains 



As I hose your fetid carrion down the drain