Bring me the body I pick up my medical tools A bloodthirsty murder doctor I like to eviscerate dying patients Wash my hands in blood Pull out the still fresh entrails The tumor that devours him Carefully plucked and stored Saw limbs spurs blood The stumps will rot freely Eviscerated, my work's complete Torn meat in a mix of pleasure and dementia Another sick rotting butchered Killing in the hospital Plucking the guts of condemned sick Sedated, no screams Slain on a surgical table Rancid fragments in the trash Viscera all over the floor Bring me another body Slaughtering the sick has become an addiction