Текст песни General Surgery - Decomposer
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Are we lying comfortably?I hope that you fear notYour stay here shall be lengthyDepending on just how quickly you rot Apply a quicklime mudpack Hinder circulationArtificially inflicted gangreneHasten the macerationRendered impeccably clean Stripped to the ivory core The cleansing of your fetid flesh Revealing the divine gleam of bone Strings of muscle tissueYanked away with easeLuckily I removed your tongue I`m distracted by agonized screams It probably won`t hurt too muchThe sedatives will bear you throughThe pain eventually subsides When your nerve ends turn to goo Bound to be gored Intravenously fedDestined to rot Your skin to be shedTrimming off loose sinewYour appearance is still a mess My psychopedantic maniacal glee Matches your distressCleanliness is godlinessUnbound by rank decayI admire your skeletal remains As I hose your fetid carrion down the drain