Prone on the operating table Deep incision sliced on inanimate flesh I love my disgusting equipment Needles, scalpels, and brain scoops to diagnose death Succumb to my horrible experiment Intestines & limbs agog in fiendish disarray Mutating your natural composition Rearrange your vital organs in horrific dismay
I`m the ghoul of the medical profession Foetid corpses and carcasses line the basement wall With glee I dismember cadavers I affix the pancreas where stomach should be Rejuvenate the rancid corpses The innards glisten in their new anatomical display I cackle with post-mortem delight The walls reek of sin & the stench of horrendous decay...
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