[music - Ross Sewage]
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[lyrics - Ross Sewage]
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A plague on mankind, a pox on the planet
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We are the surgeons of sickness and shit
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Innocent bystanders are subjected to the horror
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Our gruesome displays give rise to a furor
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Bodies were piled and defiantly defiled
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Up to our knees in blood, sweat, and bile
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For the means to achieve our deviant needs
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The guilty should die and the innocent bleed
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Doctors of death, practitioners of pain
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Morbid addictions cannot be restrained
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A need to dismember, disfigure, and maim
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By A.M.A. standards, we've gone quite insane
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Hippocrates turning in his grave
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The oath, broken, cannot be mended
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From the realms of science we've strayed
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And into the charnel house descended
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Vitriolic tinctures substituted for plasma
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Intra-venously rotted by a virulent miasma
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Appendages unnecessarily amputated
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To promote zero growth all were castrated
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A myopic nurse doles out the bonesaw
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The O.R. is now a functioning abbatoir
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Prescriptions meted out for an untimely demise
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Injections of f©Ąces, our malicious advice
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Appointments were kept for the ceasing of lives
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Our promise to heal, a pack of lies
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A Hippocratic hypocrisy
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When the pledge is defiled
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The house of healing an atrocity
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The list of victims we've compiled
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Hung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the vein
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Let flow the red
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Choked on a pill, impaled through the brain
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We belong dead
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[solo: "The Flesh and the Fiends" by S.C. McGrath]
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Our clinic raided by the authorities
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Littered with corpses on all thirteen stories
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We toiled long in the laboratories
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Fueled by methamphetamines and forties
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Wading through offal and excrement
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Agents of law effect our detainment
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Judicial procedings with malevolent prejudice
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Our heinous crimes lack any precedence
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Horrifying facts and aggregious evidence
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The lives and deaths of medical deviants
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Bloodstained hands assure guilt, ipso facto
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Our lives are forfeit for theirs, quid pro quo
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Lethal injection, gas chamber, or the chair
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Corporeal punishment for our brand of intensive care
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[solo: "Age Actabile Anti-Hippocrate" by S.C. McGrath]
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[solo: "The Doctor Is In... Sane" by A.S. LaBarre]
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[solo: "Dead Men Walking" by S.C. McGrath]
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[solo: "Throw the Switch" by A.S. LaBarre]
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In memorium to Hippocrates
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Our corporeal bonds are severed
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But our crimes against humanity
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In infamy, shall reign forever
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Hung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the vein
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Let flow the red
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Choked on a pill, impaled through the brain
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We belong dead
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[solo: "Physician, Kill Thyself" by A.S. LaBarre]
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We Belong Dead
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| Impaled |
