Slaughtered In Surgery

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