Текст песни GENERAL SURGERY - Severe Catatonia In Pathology

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

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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

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