Cadaveric Crematorium - Pathologist's Instability Тексты
Coolness experience precision brain
Little things that make me a good pathologist
A mysterious sickness has brocken the life of little child
Is my dduty to discover the cause
My instuments blue coat iron table
I'm ready to begin take the corpse hot yet
With the sharp bistoury
I fondle the delicate skin
I open the tissues
I sink the blade
The drain-pipe is full of blood
With my hand
Into i fell
With my face
Into i taste
With my teeth
Take a sample
For analyse in laboratory