Forensic Clinicism / The Sanguine Article – Carcass – letras

Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift,Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip,With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts I gratify,Cold premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery I hold your fragile life…Pultacious…Pugnacious…Pernicious…Acro-idiopathic…Artificially concussed, excavating to your gastric core,Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and crimson as I explore,Master at my bloody art, I like to carve sculpture and maim,Mounted on the freezer’s geurney, you’re exhibited until you enter into decay…Pultacious…Pugnacious…Delicious…Gastric-idiopathology…Welcome to my theatre, the stage upon which I act,Turning into a sumptuous perfomance, heiniously I hew and gash,Churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick,A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks…Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent flesh I slit,Costate cuts expunged as the patient I now fillet,Malpractising and mussing, carnage hyperventilates,Self placebonic, the only is operate…The recumbent are my prey – under my genital blade,Your precordium I brutally plunder – whilst you’re put underExanguinating – you’re totally parched,Exenterating – removing body parts,Wholly abraded – Surgically maimed,Decortication – Medically slainContaminating, infacting, how I love to cough and sneeze,On the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed,Anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical stupor is induced,With callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced…I extract the gullet – to end up in my bucket,A quick flick of my wrist – and I’ll be struck off the listExanguinating – straigh from the heart,Exenterating – with my lancet so sharp,Anatomically – my surgery maims,Decortication – by the clinically derangedGross misconduct, I make the choicest cuts,Text book stabs, written on your tag…Wheeled away after a medical mishap,In a polythene bag your body is now wrapped…The acute wound now sealed up,