Curiosity evolved into dementia
Driven by methamphetamine and opioids
The gang of medical deviants excurse the cemetery to find the ultimate nostrum for humanity
Hippocratic oath strives to reach them
After successful reanimation of minuscule organisms, illation forged itself
We are coming for the dead
Under nocturnal coverage, shovel in hand comrade
We’ll find the way, the perfect proportions
We’ll abolish death and our insanity
Morbidly defunct mind, hidden in black bag, shall be erected to perform it’s danse macabre
Dead for a year, with alluvium on face
Drowned and beaten, with grandiloquence chest
Liquified cadaver packed in a trash bag
The others contain severed body parts
What could be used we clip and steal
As white curtain opens, gurney with the patient park in the center
Time has come to begin grande espetáculo of our skills and ribaldry
Draining, trocaring, in trocar we trust
Forceps on ribcage, spreaded ribs, we’re going directly to the heart
Greenish spots, mossmold and irksome clots
Mucilage from turgid veins I unclutter with a suction
Time to reforge the theory into grandiose practice
Resection of wither lungs is preceded by triple incision of trachea
Straight from the formalin, new lung is filled with gas, to make sure there isn’t any leakage
Step by step, raphe by raphe, organs exchanged for those from our multimonat collection
Pursuit to subvert the theory of life, we have to win against time, before ignorant cretins lynch us
With each cut of the scalpel and each successive stitch, the work of creation completes
Divagation for death comprehension and speculations about stopping the putrefactive processes is our Modus Operandi
Pair of upper limbs appendages will be a hallmark
Implanted in scapula, like the wings of the angel of death
Punch modified to defibrillator and syringe full of atropine, punctures the carotid
Attempting to perform cardioversion of a defunct heart
Fungus removal and deworming of a humid torso is quite a chore
However, it is necessary to stop the thanatomorphose
Our patient will be a testament to our genius
Many dreamers have tried to run beyond the boundaries of life and death
We will succeed, because we are betwixt
Driven by psychoactive dust and boldness, we will write a new chapter in the history of humanity by the blade of a scalpel
Necrosurgery is a new field of medical art
(solo: “A matter of life and dead”)
Just a few hour ago, you were lying in a cradle underneath soil
(solo: “Ignorance shall be refute”)
Now the pivotal thing needs to be done
Excise the cancer which killed him, carcinoma basocellulare
Cold blade of white steel easily separates gray epidermis
The inner side of the skin abounds in numerous hematomas, which did not had time to be absorbed due to cardiac arrest
Too much hands to work on such sparse field, a few deeper cuts we will seal with adhesive
Facial shamble, multitude of hues, purple, black and green
It is time for the final touches (quite literally)
High voltage foundation is intromitted to your structure
We start administering the reagent with embalming fluid, record the doses and time of administration
Orbicularis bulging with a fluid, our serum in circuit
Gasoline for life based on atropine with added benzene and a dab of ammonal for fun
Bolts in a frontal lobe, connected to car battery
AC/DC lobotomy, we will control the brain using variable voltages
Behold our opus magnum, our grotesque-stein monster, a sublime moment ipso facto
This is where fiction meets fact
Prepare everything to start resuscitation
Err is not an option
