Carcass - Forensic Clinicism / The Sanguine Article Lyrics
Music: Steer)(Lyrics: Walker)Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift,Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip,With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts I gratify,Cold premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery I hold your fragile life...Pultacious...Pugnacious...Pernicious...Acro-idiopathic...Artificially concussed, excavating to your gastric core,Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and crimson as I explore,Master at my bloody art, I like to carve sculpture and maim,Mounted on the freezer's geurney, you're exhibited until you enter into decay...Pultacious...Pugnacious...Delicious...Gastric-idiopathology...Welcome to my theatre, the stage upon which I act,Turning into a sumptuous performance, heiniously I hew and gash,Churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick,A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks...Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent flesh I slit,Costate cuts expunged as the patient I now fillet,Malpractising and mussing, carnage hyperventilates,Self placebonic, the only is operate...The recumbent are my prey - under my genital blade,Your precordium I brutally plunder - whilst you're put underExanguinating - you're totally parched,Exenterating - removing body parts,Wholly abraded - Surgically maimed,Decortication - Medically slainContaminating, infecting, how I love to cough and sneeze,On the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed,Anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical stupor is induced,With callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced...I extract the gullet - to end up in my bucket,A quick flick of my wrist - and I'll be struck off the listExanguinating - straight from the heart,Exenerating - with my lancet so sharp,Anatomically - my surgery maims,Decortication - by the clinically derangedGross misconduct, I make the choicest cuts,Text book stabs, written of your tag...Wheeled away after a medical mishap,In a polythene bag your body is now wrapped...The acute wound now sealed up,The picture of ill-health, you're a bit cut up
