Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sever Catatonia in Pathology , by - General Surgery. Song from the album Necrology, in the genre Release date: 20.06.2011
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Sever Catatonia in Pathology |
| Cutting through your clothes, trying to reach your flesh |
| Let my fingers feel your pure white skin |
| I love to see your fears reflected in your eyes |
| We’re going to have a party, you and me |
| My little hatchets edge is longing for your skull |
| It wants to see the texture of your brain |
| My surgery’s a lark, I’m quite a wacky guy |
| Not cracked and weird like everybody else |
| Scream to your heart’s content |
| As your veins I happily shred |
| Systematically slicing up your cheeks |
| Drilling holes in your wrists to be chic |
| Intestines I entwine, dripping juices, sludge and gunk |
| Taking pictures to remind me when I’m bored and down on luck |
| What a thrill it is to feel the inside of your head |
| Your thoughts I seem to sense, but that’s not possible as you seem to be |
| Quite dead |
| Inserting safety pins |
| Stimulated by my sins |
| Your relics just for me |
| Cause I love you, can’t you see? |
| Your pubes I pierce and slice |
| Punctured bladders my delight |
| Suppurating, shiny flesh |
| Bloody carcass quite a mess |
| Steam rising from the ruins of your corpse |
| The heat in this house is quite inadequate for this pathological cause |
| Maggots I dislike |
| They impose upon my fun |
| My merrymaking ruined |
| By these rancid little worms |
| Globs of bodily juices drop and splat upon the floor |
| As I drag your festering corpse, oozing sticky strings of gore |
| Your shoulder bones protruding, cracking as they hit the wall |
| Petrol sure in handy when you tire of it all |
| Rotting muscles slipping off, congealing lumpy mass |
| Blistering and frying as your cadaver turn to ash |
| Scooping up remains |
| Pouring into tins and jugs |
| Feeling clean and pure of mind |
| I’m a genius, not obnoxious… |