 Strapped beneath the failing light, your skin begins to scream
 Scalpel glides like whispered death, reality’s a dream
 Veins exposed, a map to pain, I trace them with delight
 Each incision speaks in tongues, baptized in my blood

 Anesthesia — left behind
 You feel each cut — it redefines

 Surgical slaughter, cold and precise
 Vivisection done without vice
 No mercy, no god, no end to the pain
 A ritual rhythm of flesh and disdain

 Saw blade kiss straight to your throat, gristle starts to shred
 Internal choir moans in fear — you're better off dead
 Cracked sternum opens like a gate, a temple of disease
 Sanity bleeds with every slice, begging on your knees
Skinned alive in numbered steps
Twisting steel in broken depths
Sterile tools, to make them bleed

Unholy Autopsy

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