General Surgery - Severe Catatonia In Pathology lyrics

rate me

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...