General Surgery - 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 carca** 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 ma** 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...