| Fingers missing from hands, ready to snap bones and necks
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| Pierced together from dead tissue
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| Body parts crudely sewn
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| Face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket
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| Brain half dead
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| Hungry for flesh
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| Many souls commanding my existence
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| My body alive, I defy, the life I’ve been given
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| I should have remained dead
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| Experimenting on dead tissue, convulsing bodies on the table
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| Reanimation of the dead, rusty scapals cutting skin
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| Pieced together parts and parts
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| Transplanting human life
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| Rotten organs, restal pus
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| Spitting up your galbladder
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| Donation of bodily organs carved from broken bodies
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| Eyes melting, skin exploding
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| Every bloody bleeding
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| Meat inter-changed from the mutalated stiffs
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| Parts of the dead are never to rest
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| Lymphatic nodes
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| Implode, while the brain corrodes
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| Bodies sold to science, profiting from the dead
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| Creation of a being never known to man
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| Heart pumping pus through the body, sliced in sections, the putrid infection
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| Regaining life from beyond
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| To rip the flesh from your bones
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| Stripped of flesh, unsighty
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| Torn in two, slicing through you
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| Live organs needed to be reanimated
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| Pathologist sawing the skull of the donor, now he lies dead
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| Awaiting a new brain
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| Re-cycling the bodies, parts of the dead
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| Exposing their insides, slitting their necks
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| Finding a way
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| Bringing life to the corpse, one dead on my table
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| Soon to walk again
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| Fingers missing from hands
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| Ready to snap bones and necks
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| Pieced together from
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| Dead tissue
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| Face is smashed to pulp, drooling from
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| An empty socket
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| Brain half-dead, hungry for flesh
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| Many souls commanding my existence, my body alive
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| I derfy, the life I’ve been given
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| I should have remain dead |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Living Dissection , by - Cannibal Corpse. Song from the album Butchered At Birth, in the genre