General Surgery Severe Catatonia In Pathology Lyrics

Severe Catatonia In Pathology Lyrics


Cutting through your clothes, trying to reach your flesh
Let my fingers
feel your pure white skin
I love to see your fears reflected in your
eyes
We're going to have a party, you and me
My little hatchets edge is
longing for your skull
It wants to see the texture of your brain
My
surgery's a lark, I'm quite a wacky guy
Not cracked and weird like everybody
else

Scream to your heart's content
As your veins I happily
shred
Systematically slicing up your cheeks
Drilling holes in your wrists
to be chic

Intestines I entwine, dripping juices, sludge and
gunk
Taking pictures to remind me when I'm bored and down on luck
What a
thrill it is to feel the inside of your head
Your thoughts I seem to sense,
but that's not possible as you seem to be
quite dead

Inserting safety
pins,
Stimulated by my sins,
Your relics just for me

Cause I love
you, can't you see?
Your pubes I pierce and slice
Punctured bladders my
delight
Suppurating, shiny flesh
Bloody carcass quite a mess

Steam
rising from the ruins of your corpse
The heat in this house is quite
inadequate for this pathological cause

Maggots I dislike
They impose
upon my fun
My merrymaking ruined
By these rancid little
worms

Globs of bodily juices drop and splat upon the floor
As I drag
your festering corpse, oozing sticky strings of gore
Your shoulder bones
protruding, cracking as they hit the wall
Petrol sure in handy when you tire
of it all
Rotting muscles slipping off, congealing lumpy mass
Blistering
and frying as your cadaver turn to ash

Scooping up remains
Pouring
into tins and jugs
Feeling clean and pure of mind
I'm a genius, not
obnoxious...