Exhumed - Dis-Assemby Line Lyrics
Throw open the drawers in the dissection wardHone the keen of the scalpel's dread bladeScrub down the slab for toes yet to be taggedAnd Y-shaped thoracic incisions to be madeSlice through the corpses that now lay before usPostmortem butcheryHack through the thorax with bonesaw and pick axeRecreational pathologyIn death we are brought to this, disassembly lineOur legacy is hacked to bits, disassembly lineOn toe tags our epigraphs writReduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit, disassembly lineRibcages shattered, gastric acids spatterThe trocar suctions sebum and bileCraniotomies botched, cold blood curdles and clotsStaining forceps, hemostat and fileRend through cold flesh, never minding the messDisorganized carnal junk heapSlash limb, hands and feet, autopsy incompleteJust another piece of dead meatIn death we are brought to this, disassembly lineOur legacy is hacked to bits, disassembly lineOn toe tags our epigraphs writReduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit, disassembly lineCankered cadavers, strewn in swollen disorderAn abattoir of the deceasedSlaughter the dead, spraying green, black and redIn gastric discharge I stand ankle-deepTear out the brains of the sadistically splayedIndignities heaped upon their expirationShred unseeing eyes and gash venal, flabby thighsWith macabre, sardonic vexationIn death we are brought to this, disassembly lineOur legacy is hacked to bits, disassembly lineOn toe tags our epigraphs writReduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit, disassembly line
