Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skullptures, artist - Autopsy. Date of issue: 17.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Skullptures |
| Creative juices flowing |
| And it’s graveyard raiding time again |
| Engulfed by darkness |
| Digging for my art |
| Which is my only friend |
| Stuffing in potato sacks |
| The ones that suit my special need |
| Burial was but in vain |
| They still come back with me |
| Hacksawing away at rigor mortified cadavers |
| Set aside the right limbs |
| To consruct my latest skullpture |
| Maggots into flies |
| They buzz before my eyes, breed in my hair |
| I turn my corpses into art |
| It is my life, nothing compares |
| The smell gets my mind in gear |
| Helps me decide which parts go where |
| Forearm sewed with stitches thick |
| Onto someone’s sliced off dick |
| Woman’s face removed with care |
| Still attached to scalp and hair |
| Put it on my face and stare |
| And think of what comes next |
| Kneecap pried off with screwdriver nailed to foot |
| Decorated with toenails |
| Now I look at the pair of breasts I’ve severed |
| On my tray |
| Sew the two together |
| Flesh is brittle and grey |
| Another masterpiece is now complete |
| A mass of arms and legs and hands and feet |
| Stomach draped about drained of their bile |
| Skull atop the rotten sting pile |