WTN - Eye For Pathology Тексты

Palpitation And Panphobia
Examining Corpses Is My Art
Studying The Defouled
Alone With A Cepthalomelus Corpse

Let The Dead, Teach The Living
Intrigued By Reasons Why They're Dead
The Marvel Behind The Flesh
In My Mind It's So Complex

Cataleptic Skin Is Chapped
Bileducts Diverged With Pride
With Blood My Theatre Is Drenched
A Human Being It Once Resembles

Only Pathologists Knows My Delight
In This Pestilence I Rejoice
Defunct Carnage Gurgulates
Defiling Members Brings Me Joy

Preserved Bottled Eyeballs
I Collect For All To See
As I Perform My Skilled Incisions
They're Looking Back At Me

I Carve My Latest Masterpiece
Impalpable Handicrafts Of Death
Onlookers From The Shelves
Fleshless Students Observing You

Repulsive Stench Of Crusting Clots
Cadavers Effervescing Rot
Many Hours Through The Autopsy
Bottled Cornea Just Watches You

Let The Undead Study The Dead
For Their Prognose To Record
The Marvel Behind The Flesh
A Cadaver Is So Perplex