1. PRE-BISECTAL CORROSIVE IMMERSION

Mummified sinew resists
To the point of exasperation
A lengthy submersion seems quite apt
Inadequate tools have this solution begat

A preparatory soak is required
To achieve the result I desire
Sulphuric acid in excess
In this cocktail your corpse needs to rest

Fermented hulks
Disjoined with ease
Mucilaginous limbs
Dislocated as I please

Await the appropriate time
To dispose of the corrosive sludge
Environmental crime
Added to my misconducts

The resilience of the tissue
Now virtually non-existent
The corpse itself a free-flowing mass
The bones, themselves liquescent

Fermented hulks
Disjoined with ease
Mucilaginous limbs
Are uncomplicatedly freed

The problematics involved
Take on a different guise
Protective clothing and facial masks
I stress are of great importance

Pondering this method
I reminisce of Haigh
I spare a thought for his inherent genius
As at the remains I effortlessly hack away.


2. LAB RAT

Wreaking anatomical havoc
Chugging formaldehyde
Rabidly gnawing on exposed bone
In the noble name of science

Feasting in a macabre gloom
I'm overcome with bliss
The rotten specimen fills the room
As I frenziedly hack at the hateful putrid stiff

Parasitical theory in practice
Rectal juices extolled with verve
The pinnacle of evolution
Dismembered and befouled with zest

Pustular chunks of internal decay
decorate the walls
Intricate patterns from gastric juice spray
The aftermath of my assault

The fortunes of working in medicine
An outlet for predative zeal
The general intolerance of corpse desecration
Guarantee my results remain unseen


3. MORTUARY WARS

Scourging the morgue with sickly malice
Rank antagonism brought to a head
Disquiet on the forensic front
I sense the gathering of purulent adversary flesh

Slashing at blistered & ulcerous limbs
Keeping the rancid stiffs at bay
The ongoing struggle against dearly departed
A justified frenzy of pathological rage

Putrefactive waste I do adorn
A foul internecine reward
The gains of the battle, reeking of bile
To the victor the spoils of mortuary wars

Surgical tools aid my success
over the malodorous cadavers I dread
Their insidious advances I repulse with finesse
Strategical mind games with the recently dead

Necrobiosis prevailing
My ally in decomposition
A festering triumph accomplished by force
The shredded rank corpses my cowed and crushed foes

Putrefactive waste I do adorn
A foul internecine reward
The gains of the battle, reeking of bile
To the victor the spoils of mortuary wars

Scorch the fetid waste
Replenish the source of flesh
Gather a fresh batch of rancid, rank opponents

Joyfully await the the next occasion
For the fun to start again
To recreate with my malodorous chums
This thrilling, exhilarant game

The gains of the battle
The sweet stench of bile
To the victor the spoils of Mortuary wars


4. CAUTERIZATION FRENZY

Curtail the infection risk
Diminish the festering decay
Ignite a petrol soaked rag
To keep putrefaction at bay

Charcoaled extremities snap
Roasted epidermis cracks

Count the many advantages
Of flambe sterilization
Diminished viscosity and less pungent emanations

Incinerated dearly departed
Smouldering mortal remains

Whatever extremities are in reach, I purposely set alight
The defunct flesh antisepticised
Singing my cuffs and inhaling fumes

An oxidizing theme
A coruscating concerto

Curtailing the inferno to no avail
The corpses blazing in a fuming arrayal
The point of calcination rapidly reached
My work place a pathological rotisserie

Mortuary barbequed specials leaking ignited grease
Sizzling streams of melted flab spreading with unsettling speed

The blackened flame-ridden morgue
Ravaged by fetid oxidation


5. RECEPTION OF CADAVERS

Hospitality in excess
where the dearly departed rest
Badly diguised glee
and crudely concealed zest

Discretely cart in the stiffs
Out of reach of prying eyes

Descend into the realm
of disputable medical practice
Deteriorating shells
Carted into this cadaverous abyss

Discretely cart in the stiffs
Out of reach of prying eyes

Finely honed beguilement
Conceal the true intent
of pathological deviance
The desecration imminent

Retaining a front of respect
In the watchful eyes of the public
But down in the bowels of the morgue
The methods become more drastic

Skewered and ravaged with unbounded bliss
The cold meat is pillaged with impetuous zeal
The facade of courtesy shed with relief
Replaced with a frenzied ecstatic butchery

Seemingly pointless havoc
Is our profession's forte
A haven for our inclination
for anatomical carnage

As stocks are yet replenished,
reverence abounds
In solemn silence the deceased are wheeled
Into our aberrant netherworld


6. DECOMPOSER

Are we lying comfortably?
I hope that you fear not
Your stay here shall be lengthy
Depending on just how quickly you rot

Apply a quicklime mudpack
Hinder circulation
Artificially inflicted gangrene
Hasten the maceration

Rendered impeccably clean
Stripped to the ivory core
The cleansing of your fetid flesh
Revealing the divine gleam of bone

Strings of muscle tissue
Yanked away with ease
Luckily I removed your tongue
I'm distracted by agonized screams

It probably won't hurt too much
The sedatives will bear you through
The pain eventually subsides
When your nerve ends turn to goo

Bound to be gored
Intravenously fed
Destined to rot
Your skin to be shed

Trimming off loose sinew
Your appearance is still a mess
My psychopedantic maniacal glee
Matches your distress

Cleanliness is godliness
Unbound by rank decay
I admire your skeletal remains
As I hose your fetid carrion down the drain


7. CONVIVIAL CORPSE DISPOSAL METHODOLOGY

Pathological waste abounds
Cadavers lined wall to wall
Foul-whiffing stiffs all around
A bonfire would clean it all

Frenzied cauterization
Now seems slightly passé
A more gleeful method seems fitting
To spread havoc and disharmony

Dispensation of carrion embellished
In a delightfully mirthful way
The disposal of my spent toys
A most superbly distasteful fray

Mannequins discretely exchanged
For a different fashion model
Now view the spring collection
As worn by bloated corpses

The ghastly remains strategically placed in public spots
Much to the amusement of my like-minded pathologist chums

De-truncating limbs, slack heads are lopped
Soak the pieces in preservatives to debar foul rot
Wrap the stinking presents and then regroup
To deliver bloody packages to your front stoops

Blithely positioning cadavers on a park bench
Horrified children recoil and blench
Hang a corpse by its intestines from a nearby tree
For the public to admire my disposal methodology

Our gruesome tasks masked by off-putting gaiety
The jocular demeanour veils your repugnance but barely
Jovially dissecting and disposing of the gore
Our brash disposal methods leave you shaken to your core

Unauthorized surgeries
Dismantling anatomy
Solemnizing necrotomies
Convivial Corpse Disposal Methodology

Suspended stiffs on wires
Make for hours of entertainment
A pus-dripping puppet show
An enchanting display of debasement

The jovial sense of misconduct
Derived from the publics disgust
Young and old repelled by the reek
of rank, putrefying meat

The mortuary waste diminishing for every prank
Cadaveric clean-up of my vile, putrescent body bank

Tossing rigored stiffs from embankments and cliffs
Setting carcasses ablaze, and other procedures most comedic
Our ingenuity is tested when our patients die
Inventive methods of disposal our modus operandi

Villainy demonstrated with our internment techniques
Bodies stored in 50-gallon drums until they start to leak
Mincing the dead into finely ground organic scrap
Mulching your garden with our latest mishap

Rollicking through our disposal drills
Dispatching the murdered is better than the kill
Slowly dissolved in acid, encased in tar
Or dumped in plastic bags from a moving car

Unauthorized surgeries
Dismantling anatomy
Solemnizing necrotomies
Convivial Corpse Disposal Methodology


8. FOETAL MUSH (XYSMA COVER)

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9. UNRULY DISSECTION MARATHON

Corpse after corpse
Dismantled in haste
A never ending flow
Of decomposing waste

Snorting amphetamine
Feverishly fighting fatigue
Focus on the task at hand
Anatomizing endlessly

Slicing and incising
Disjointing and dividing
My sanguinary efforts succeeding
The piles of corpses receding

Cart the corpses in
Another fetid bout
Dichotomize the stiff
Wheel the remains out


10. SCALPEL INFESTATION

Revel in the impending sense
of epidermal punctuation

A myriad of sharpened tools
A collection of depravation

Plug the pores with scalpel tips
Ease the tension with witty quips

Cover every inch
of the mangled epidermis

Cadaveric pin cushions
Spiked, drained and bled

Skewered from every direction
A psychotic subjugation

Frolicking slashing and piercing
More and more of the innards revealing

A myriad of sharpened tools
A collection of depravation

Plug the pores with scalpel tips
Punching holes with home-made shivs

Cadaveric pin cushions
Spiked, drained and bled


11. FULLY-MECHANIZED CORPSE THRESHER

Crimson-tinged circuits
Gristle-soaked cogs
Gasoline and formaldehyde
A mixture of mucus and rust

The clash of skin and metal
Shredded brawn and bones
Crushed by stainless steel
Reap the corpses that you sow

Discretely sneak away
As the contraption bolts out of control


12. THE LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY GRAVE ROBBERS

Disinter and subjugate
The freshly buried corpses
A vaguely high-brow fetish
For me and my distinguished colleagues

Exhumation an honourable task
To rid the cemeteries of their casks
A gentleman and body snatcher
A closet frenzied carcass slasher

Venerable dissection
Undignified post-mortem
Unauthorized vivisection
A villainous consortium

A nocturnal raid on the morgue
To relieve them of superfluous corpses
An impossible task to perform
Without my fellow deviant surgeons

Venerable dissection
Undignified post-mortems
Unauthorized vivisection
A villainous consortium


13. NECRODECONTAMINATION

Gristle, bile and grime
infesting every surface
Surreal patterns of rouge
The penance of being careless

The need for professional
Containment of disease

Scour scrub and wipe
Yearning for a sparkle
Underneath the human waste
Reveal the tiles and marble

Dial 1-800-mess-be-gone
For all your clean-up needs
A drug addled enthusiasm
Compensates our lack of expertise

A predilection for gore
An unhealthy zest
A psychotic fixation
In dealing with death

Scooping up remains
Pouring into tins and jugs
Redistribute the filth
Regurgitate the past


14. FORENSIC FARCE

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15. VIVA! BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA

Deformed facial features
Cranial wounds abound
Abrasions and incisions
Bruises and severe contusions

The finer things in life and death
Viva! blunt force trauma

Crushed, smashed and ruined
Structurally redefined
Mangled, battered and beaten
The hilarity still abides

Fundamental gore
Viva! blunt force trauma

Excessive bodily harm
Shattered and protruding bone
The miracle of extreme force
in conjuncture with human forms


16. COLD STORAGE FEVER

In the company of fellow carrion the deceased seem to come around

In the hidden realms of the morgue
Contained behind locked doors

My thoroughly sound-proofed cellar
contains abducted corpses by the bulk
In the V.I.P. room of the morgue,
an orgy of dry-frozen hulks

Refrigerate the stiffs
Minimize the decay
A collection of fresh playmates
for a better day

Degeneration kept at bay
Necrological lust denied
A certain virtuosity
until the time feels right

A pathological binge
A sub-zero soiree

Mingle in the festering crowds
as the festivities slowly mount

Stiff-limbed hedonism
An orgy of dry-frozen hulks

A pathological binge
A sub-zero soiree


17. FULGURATION

Abnormal tissue abounds
An irritant to rid
A fitting treatment found
Electric currents assist

Wrap the deceased in foil
Attach a couple of clips
Plug the whole package in
Flip the switch and let her rip

Spit on the laboratory griddle
Watch the sparks increase
Fulguration in excess
The stench of burning grease

Fuses blowing one by one
Highly irritating
A surgeon needs to be prepared
with an extra generator


18. AUTOPSY INDUCED AMNESIA

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19. THE DAY MAN LOST (CARNAGE COVER)

The message of pain
Masters of war
Eyes of destruction
Rotten to the core

Eyeballs melting
Down your face
This is the end
Of the human race

The twentieth century
A century of death
Global carnage
The day man lost


20. DEADHOUSE

Temporary storage
Of recently deceased
Vile depository
Of festered remains

Cadavers abused
Mortal waste misused
Deadhouse
Carnival of ruined souls
Deadhouse

Desolate waste
Ravaged and defaced
Post mortem malpractice
Rotten sustenance

The end of the line
Beginning of the end

Cluttered with discarded limbs
Caked in viscous gore
Unnecessarily sound proofed
Mutilated cadavers galore

House of degenerate morals
A theatre of dissection
Slaughterhouse of humans
An abode of Putrefaction

Obscene preservatory
Guts brazenly dis


21. DECEDENT SCARIFICATION AESTHETICS

Epidermal carnage
Putrid convalescence
Problematic healing
Necrotic fabric fails

Dermatome misuse
Post mortem chemabrasion

Electrolytic stimuli
Reanimate the cells
Wield the soldering iron
With bold artistic flair

Assorted tools of the trade
Sculpt the failing flesh

Dermatome misuse
Post mortem chemabrasion

Newly deceased subjects
Fresh from funeral homes
From dearly departed loved ones
To vile degenerate sculptures

Epidermal carnage
Putrid convalescence
Problematic healing
Necrotic fabric fails

Assorted tools of the trade
Sculpt the failing flesh


22. IDLE TERATOMA CORE

Lifeless, stagnated
The idle teratoma core

A neoplasm in overdue removal
How long have you suffered from this tumour?
A fairly stable but abnormal mass
Located in the pelvic cavity

Lifeless, stagnated
The idle teratoma core

The x-ray now revealing
A dead embryonic appearance
It’s quite a shock, a perfect spine
Look at that little round skull

The skull...

Lifeless, stagnated
The idle teratoma core

Within the womb
Undelivered foetus,
Failing to be stillborn

Immediate
Surgical procedure
Time for the awaited abscission


23. RESTRAINED REMAINS

The coffin is sealed on your rotten corpse
You lie in darkness, death corrodes your face

You are rotting, maggots in your coffin

Worms in your head - Soon they'll be dead
Nothing to feed on in your empty skull

Hell is where you are, your tortured sould is scarred
For years you'll rot in pain, lonely and decayed

You are rotting, maggots in your coffin


24. MAGGOTS IN YOUR COFFIN (REPULSION COVER)

The coffin is sealed on your rotten corpse
You lie in darkness, death corrodes your face

You are rotting, maggots in your coffin

Worms in your head - Soon they'll be dead
Nothing to feed on in your empty skull

Hell is where you are, your tortured soul is scarred
For years you'll rot in pain, lonely and decayed

You are rotting, maggots in your coffin


25. CARBONIC RESIDUE CONVERSION

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26. NEPHROBLASTOMA

(No lyrics available)


27. EXCESSIVE CORPUS DELICTI

Architectural complexity
Of epithelial sarcoma
Dissection of unfamiliar mass
Has reached an impasse

Adnexal mass
Recurring sarcoma
Malignant growth surpassed

Excision
Extensive incisions
The tumor has metastasized
Excised carcinoma is cut up

For complete evaluation


28. PRE-BISECTAL CORROSIVE IMMERSION (2008)

Mummified sinew resists
To the point of exasperation
A lengthy submersion seems quite apt
Inadequate tools have this solution begat

A preparatory soak is required
To achieve the result I desire
Sulphuric acid in excess
In this cocktail your corpse needs to rest

Fermented hulks
Disjoined with ease
Mucilaginous limbs
Dislocated as I please

Await the appropriate time
To dispose of the corrosive sludge
Environmental crime
Added to my misconducts

The resilience of the tissue
Now virtually non-existent
The corpse itself a free-flowing mass
The bones, themselves liquescent

Fermented hulks
Disjoined with ease
Mucilaginous limbs
Are uncomplicatedly freed

The problematics involved
Take on a different guise
Protective clothing and facial masks
I stress are of great importance

Pondering this method
I reminisce of Haigh
I spare a thought for his inherent genius
As at the remains I effortlessly hack away.


29. LAB RAT (2008)

(No lyrics available)


30. EMPATHOLOGICAL NECROTICISM (CARCASS COVER)

Bloodied, torn and twisted
Severe mutilation is all that remains

Stagnating in shrink-wrap
Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab...

The morbid, muted body
Is dissected, lacerated and shred -
Life is hard as a mortuary technician
The fumes go straight to my head...

The trunk now depleting gristle, with bactericidal decay
This discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...

Diluted spittle, bile and gore
Congealing puddles on the floor
Grotesquely dismembered
As the cavities I harshly sever...

Stabbing at the trachea, chest with walls I puncture
Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia...

Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally bruised
Kaleidoscope livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now bend and crack
The cerebrum pulped, with cranial collapse...

Bodily embalmed and fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...

Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...

Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...

The gaping chest is crudely stitched up
Internal organs are hastily replaced
The carnage totally disfigured
Another pathological waste...

Flowing blood crusts
The corpse is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, festering stiff
I dismember with my saw...

The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday wear and tear...

"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and deceased
Eructated gases are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, blood and autodigested gore
Tissue corrodes as aggression gnaws..."

The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing away the remains of life, the slab now gleams...

The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose
Carnage, chunks and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...

Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...