Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forensic Clinicism/The Sanguine Article, artist - Carcass. Date of issue: 21.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Forensic Clinicism/The Sanguine Article |
| Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift |
| Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip |
| With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts I gratify |
| Cold premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery I hold your fragile life |
| Pultacious |
| Pugnacious |
| Pernicious |
| Acro-idiopathic |
| Artificially concussed, excavating to your gastric core |
| Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and crimson as I explore |
| Master at my bloody art, I like to carve sculpture and maim |
| Mounted on the freezer’s geurney, you’re exhibited until you enter into decay |
| Pultacious |
| Pugnacious |
| Delicious |
| Gastric-idiopathology |
| Welcome to my theatre, the stage upon which I act |
| Turning into a sumptuous perfomance, heiniously I hew and gash |
| Churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick |
| A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks |
| Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent flesh I slit |
| Costate cuts expunged as the patient I now fillet |
| Malpractising and mussing, carnage hyperventilates |
| Self placebonic, the only cure is to operate |
| The recumbent are my prey — under my genital blade |
| Your precordium I brutally plunder — whilst you’re put under |
| Exsanguinating — you’re totally parched |
| Exenterating — removing body parts |
| Wholly abraded — Surgically maimed |
| Decortication — Medically slain |
| Contaminating, infacting, how I love to cough and sneeze |
| On the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed |
| Anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical stupor is induced |
| With callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced |
| I extract the gullet — to end up in my bucket |
| A quick flick of my wrist — and I’ll be struck off the list |
| Exsanguinating — straight from the heart |
| Exenterating — with my lancet so sharp |
| Anatomically — my surgery maims |
| Decortication — by the clinically deranged |
| Gross misconduct, I make the choicest cuts |
| Text book stabs, written on your tag |
| Wheeled away after a medical mishap |
| In a polythene bag your body is now wrapped |
| The acute wound now sealed up |
| The picture of ill-health, you’re a bit cut up |