[Music: Tocha / Lyric: Cyjan]
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The excitement is stronger,
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You can taste a disinfected scalpel,
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As you cut the abdominal tissue,
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It's your choice!
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Slow perpendicular cut
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Made with a surgeon-like precision,
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Haemorrhage is minimal,
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The tissue of peritoneum is to daylight.
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Perfect anaesthesia eliminates the pain,
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Operation covered by means of sleep,
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Only slight uncontrolled convulsions
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Caused by the next cut.
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Bent over human figures are
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Penetrating further,
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The next organ is exposed,
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Little blood-drops cover aprons of
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Surgeons equipped with instruments.
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The next part of tissue is torn,
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The fountain of blood spatters their faces,
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The trial to stop the haemorrhage
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Is not successful.
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But the operation goes on,
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Still new explorations,
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You are completely taken in,
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Your dream is fulfilled.
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All organs are torn and mixed,
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Sick show cost you
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The segregation of organs.
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But it's not the end,
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It should be cleaned up,
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The corpse has to be removed.
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The operation ends,
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All traces are cleaned,
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Hospital-like cleannes.
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[lead:Tocha]
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[lead:Maly]
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Slight convulsions and you wake up,
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It was all pathological dream,
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You vomit with yellow pus,
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It's a sign of passing anaesthesia.
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Undergo An Operation
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| Dead Infection |
