Lyrics Formaldehigh - Desecration

Formaldehigh

Reserve, tank of solution
Buffered, incorrect dilution
Into lungs, through dense tubes the liquid runs
Formalin fumes escape, intoxicate
As I am cutting at blocks of anatomy
Look at the corpse and it’s looking back at me
Staring, grinning and laughing
I think I must be formaldehigh
I think I’m getting formaldehigh
My eyes run
Burning sensation
Hallucinations
Diminishing veins blue
Formic acid rushes through
As I hit the sky, dazed, I’m formaldehigh