Cannibal Corpse Living Dissection
Fingers missing from hands, ready to snap bones And necks, pierced together from dead tissue Body parts crudely sewn, face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket Brain half Dead Hungry for flesh Many souls commanding my existence My body alive, I defy, the life I've been given I should have remained dead Experimenting on dead tissue, convulsing bodies on the table Reanimation of the dead, rusty scapals cutting skin Pieced together parts and parts Transplanting human life Rotten organs, restal pus Spitting up your galbladder Donation of bodily organs carved from broken bodies Eyes melting, skin exploding Every bloody bleeding Meat inter-changed from the mutalated stiffs Parts of the dead are never to rest Lymphatic nodes Implode, while the brain corrodes Bodies sold to science, profiting from the dead Creation of a being never known to man Heart pumping pus through the body, sliced in sections, the putrid infection Regaining life from beyond To rip the flesh from your bones Stripped of flesh, unsighty Torn in two, slicing through you Live organs needed to be reanimated Pathologist sawing the skull of the donor, now he lies Dead Awaiting a new brain Re-cycling the bodies, parts of the dead Exposing their insides, slitting their necks Finding a way Bringing life to the corpse, one dead on my table Soon to walk again Fingers missing from hands Ready to snap bones and necks Pieced together from Dead tissue Face is smashed to pulp, drooling from An empty socket Brain half-dead, hungry for flesh Many souls commanding my existence, my body alive, I derfy, the life I've been given I should have remain dead
