1. PREPPED FOR DISSECTION

A freshly purposed corpse
Placed down right before me
Your putrescent odor I snort
As I caress your scars with glee

Septic tools for incision
Corpse is ready for Dissection

A selection of surgical aids
To assist my sanguine endeavor
Your corpse I now degrade
As your limbs are calmly severed

Postmortem examination
My staff work with pride
Autopsy education
Reeks of formaldehyde

An acidic solution coalesced
For limbless eviscerated remains
Respect for the dead I express
As you're immersed in forensic champagne


2. CULTO AL DOLOR

Viva El culto Al Dolor
A gurney your transport to pain
We wait with instruments of gore
Craniotomy to inspect your brain

Somos El culto Al Dolor
Vamos a venir por ti
Dolor aplastante (siempre)
Cuando te tenemos
Vas as estar (muerto)

Opened up like never before
Sliced and stitched again and again
The beauty of the blood stained floor
Brings tears to the eyes of the insane
Adrenaline pumped into your veins
Conscious patients are such a bore
Once your dead dispose of your remains
Who's next? We have members galore


3. SEEPAGE OF MALODOROUS EFFLUVIUM

Extremely decomposed
Noxious gases flee
6 month old cadaver
Covered with fungi
Basement full of corpses
For pathology

A foul malodorous smell from stinking decay
Rotting fat cells putrefy
Time for lie to liquefy
The frowsty air, germ warfare

Septic fluids ooze
From cholecystectomy
Roughly removing your gallbladder
Suppurate vessels bleed
Virulent infectious gas
That escapes your blood

We live to dissect old corpses
For we worship blight

The smell unbearable
But, we must work
Our job is never done
A rank, pungent stench
Breathe, breathing in
An acrid, foul bouquet

Seepage of a rotting corpse

Ulcerous infections
Fester beautifully
Decompose til mush and bone
A stench so fragrant and putrid


4. MASS OF UNWILLING ORGAN DONORS

Remove guts
Slurp marrow
One fine cut, viscera flow
A flock to harvest
Extract kidneys
Organs bestowed unwillingly

Steeple of bodies
Unknowing of our intent
Of carving and hacking
And sawing through ligaments
Vicar come hither
Draw nearer to my lancet
Innards turned entrails
Emboweling to hearts content

Your brain goes splat against the wall
Omai wa mo mu shindeiru
Scalpel to nerve, to extract eyeball
Inoru jikanganai

Slashing guts open
In black latex
Cut abdominal cavity
And gently remove your spleen
Roast your sweet liver
Have you ever considered
The number of calories
And protein in clergy cuisine

Tastes so good
Slurp on their brains


5. THE MISEDUCATION OF MARY JANE KELLY

Come close to me my dear
I have something for you to hear
A lesson in anatomy
As I carve you from ear to rear

Whitechapel jack a name to he feared
I've massacred 5 or so you would hear
Courtesan lass your blood I will smear
Methodically gashed, my skill is revered

Left appendage stripped to bone
Ripped apart til sinew shows
Next perform culdotomy
Then educate on vulvectomy

My 5th and final casualty
Empty your chest cavity
Show you heart and arteries
Pathology of surgery


6. GLORIFICATION OF MEDICAL MALPRACTICE

Clinical misconduct
Medical malpractice

Killing patients one by one
A doctor's work is never done
Your extremities have atrophied
I swear this isn't necropsy (for you are alive)
This old saw bones must confess
While latex wet from abscess
To amputate is so much fun
Don't flatline now (we've only just begun)

Clinical misconduct
Medical malpractice

Welcome to the hospital of torture
You won't get out alive
Slitting the throat of victim 10
Death is all we prescribe

Rusty tools cause mass infection
I can't work with all this pus
I have to amputate this section
(So don't make a fuss)
This is vital work we demand perfection
Slash aorta watch it gush
Doctors of alive dissection
By the end you're turned to mush

To watch you die
Fills me with ghoulish pride
Extract your spine
We docs are not benign
Gratification
Through obliteration
Surgical malefaction
Final expiration


7. DOZENS OF DISMEMBERED TORSOS

Bloodied, torn and twisted
Severe mutilation us
Onto the mortuary slab
Dozen of dismembered torsos
Buried six feet under
Exhumed, consume to exhume
I devour the pediculous corpse
Dead, corpse, deceased
I'm proud, I am necrophagia
Rotting corpses I munch
Dismembered torsos are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch
Slavering to the pungent stench