Partisan Turbine Surgical Assault
Nail her down, skull to wall and peel.
Nail her down, sew her up and peel the flesh from off her face.
Tortured beneath, the boards a scent of cruelty, batters your filthy skin,
Nailed to the wall the surgical assault hardens your filthy skin.
Binds your skin,
Shears your skull,
Breathe the surgical assault.
Engorged, remnants of the slaughtered corpses kneeled on to the frozen,
Gauges of the gears where the bones hang from the apparatus.
