Throw open the drawers in the dissection ward
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Hone the keen of the scalpel's dread blade
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Scrub down the slab, for toes yet to be tagged
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And Y-shaped thoracic incisions to be made
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Slice - through the corpses that now lay before us
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Postmortem butchery
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Hack - through the thorax with bonesaw and pick-axe
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Recreational pathology
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In death we are brought to this - Dis-assembly line
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Our legacy is hacked to bits - Dis-assembly line
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On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit -
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Dis-assembly line
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Ribcages shattered, gastric acids spatter
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The trocar suctions sebum and bile
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Craniotomies botched, cold blood curdles and clots
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Staining forceps, hemostat and file
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Rend - through cold flesh, never minding the mess
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Dis-organized carnal junk heap
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Slash - limb, hands, and feet, autopsy incomplete
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Just another piece of dead meat
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In death we are brought to this - Dis-assembly line
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Our legacy is hacked to bits - Dis-assembly line
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On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit -
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Dis-assembly line
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[Lead ? Matt]
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[Lead - Wes]
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Cankered cadavers, strewn in swollen disorder
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An abattoir of the deceased
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Slaughter the dead, spraying green, black and red
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In gastric discharge I stand ankle-deep
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Tear - out the brains of the sadistically splayed
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Indignities heaped upon their expiration
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Shred - unseeing eyes and gash venal, flabby thighs
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With macabre, sardonic vexation
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In death we are brought to this - Dis-assembly line
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Our legacy is hacked to bits - Dis-assembly line
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On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit -
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Dis-assembly line
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Dis-assembly Line
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| Exhumed |
