[Cannibal Corpse cover] Wheeled in on a cart, lying dormant not dead Hospital of immortality, butcher their patients bloody red Taken to a dark room
[Lyrics by Chris] Wheeled in on a cart, lying dormant not dead Hospital of immortality, butcher their patients bloody red Taken to a dark room, fear
(feat. Pizzo) [C-Bo] It's 1994, gang-bangin' done played out But I still stay strapped cause I don't wanna get played out On the concrete with internal
[Verse 1:] 22 years old, bold with much guts O.G. from the hood kickin' up dust Once I got ya, no one can save ya Fresh out the swamp, a neighborhood
Unhuman, awful gore stench Surgery on the bloody autopsy table Bloodspilled, shredded female body Zombified inhuman forms cutting Into small pieces unrecognizeable
Fallen deity Lying cold on my mortuary slab Slicing and sawing Digging deep into his head I look deep into the deceiver?s eyes To analyze this evil
Exhume this wretched corpse Its lifelessness to be with held His pale face tells the story of an unjust life (A) Sickening story of uncomfortable familiarity
You have to be joking They wouldn't do what you said Oh, my vision is blurred again You have to be kiddin' me They wouldn't do those unspeakable things
Figuring out you and me Is like doing a love autopsy They could operate all day long And never figure out what went wrong Love autopsy Love autopsy
you limb from limb Then slice you from your, Snatch back to your ass The blood it flows All over everything You lay upon Your tortures just begun Anal autopsy
, gutter i am collapsed in. once i dreamed, but then ... i ... woke ... up. [song] ...open wide, look inside at my autopsy i feel like a
You must philosophise But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time crying
You must philosophise But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time
Lost in the white, nothing in sight Stumbling thru snow and ice Blinded by forces you can't control Just to stay alive your only goal Caught within
[Music: T Gustafsson, Lyrics: Dalegren] Enter the Casket Inn At the Body Farm mansion Vacant coffins Or body bags Obituaries done in blood No graves
And what shall I do I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my
You must philosophise, But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes, You tell me things no one else hears. You spend all your time crying
