Surgical dissection On nameless remains Weird tools cut asunder Exposed insides The nauseating stench In the morgue Is umbereable Icecold cadavers Spill
Undressin' you with your clothes on Standin' up while we're layin' down You found a position that turns me on Temperature's hotter than fire And the
[Spoken:] Nightmare. Vivid life like terrifying dreams and call the dreamer of the Dead. Chased for the light by the unknown during which the dream
You got me cheap, wherein I was wounded back in the days of woe You got me cheap, wherein I was wounded back in the days of woe I then deceived us,
I can't feel nothing at all Drug market, sub-market Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in Blood market, love market Sometimes I wonder why they need me
With contamination comes fever: The disease is at its worst. Teeth missing, Beyond repair, Fragile flesh falling away. With fever, with virus comes the
Splayed open cadavers where organs are obtained Crumpled wax paper and body parts are exchanged... Kidney transplantations... Corneal donations... Liver procurations... Anatomic
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A crush course through your cranium Trial and error, wear and tear, through your cerebellum Hacking - slashing Saw through bone, tear through gristle
grains Then probe sub-cutaneously for arteries and veins Methodical excision to lay bare the bones For understanding of anatomical unknowns Though
Madame of ya illness Red-1 and the Misfit Diggin up the dreaded fist from the northwest And this is how we go like Well let me run down the bio Of the
As the they stand in ruins of cities the children play in ashes knee deep in our neglect our bags in overhead compartments so secure we walk with
As aparencias enganam aos que odeiam e aos que amam Porque o amor e o odio Se irmanam na fogueira das paixoes Os coracoes pegam fogo e depois Nao ha nada
Inside display of broken wings So smooth porcelain face cracks and flakes away Turns to pulse flying down telephone lines To the pictures on your wall
So this is my last transmission the words that will soon fall to dust no I won't be home on this day and in these fists was held questions unanswered
Rewrite the book chapter three will be empty pure white and hidden in the shadows one voice moving lips are absent whispers design for the future twisting
