Impaled - The Patients Are Revolting lyrics

[music - Sean McGrath and Andrew LaBarre, lyrics - Ross Sewage] Accorded to general population Delusional psychosis, my sickness Rallying a schizophrenic aggregation Stoking the fires of madness d**h for the doctors... we'll execute Victims of aesculapian abuse d**h dealing proctors... final judgement Malicious dissent Misfiring nodes of Ranvier are pulsing Dendrites and axons cause afebrile convulsing Egress secured in a time of ennui Our charges detained with surgical tape Nurses and orderlies regret apathy Their perseity systematically raped The sick are in charge... our will resolute A grand hecatomb is not in dispute The sickness discharged... a sane ascent Sovereignty claimed with corpora rent We are the walking dead Our sanity is bled Treatments so insulting The patients are revolting Metatarsals and tibia are cleaved by hobbling Contusions and avascular necrosis cause throbbing Phalanges are expelled from the appendicular Neurogenic shock, a feeling so peculiar Cranial bludgeoning Coronal suture I pry Cerebral haemorrhaging You will die Trachea implode, causatum of external pressure Vitriolic strength from ire beyond measure Vascular systems beset with oxidosis to accrue Hematemesis, a sanguinary spew Fouling the bedlam Madmen are skulking Ensanguined and lousy Revolting [solo: "Fustigation as Somatic Therapy" by A. S. LaBarre] [solo: "Judge, Jury, and Deontologist" by S. C. McGrath] Our quarters furnished with chartreuse cadavers Accessories whose ends we've meted out Their final words, a mucoid lather Their final breaths, petered out Physicians are next... we are quite vexed Our protest is given murderous context Physicians we'll wreck... we'll break their necks Under my ascendancy as Dementia Rex We are the walking dead Our sanity is bled Treatments so insulting The patients are revolting