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 premeditated 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 theater
The stage upon which I act
Turning into a sumptuous performance
Heinously 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 under
Exanguinating, you're totally parched
Exenterating, removing body parts
Wholly abraded, surgically maimed
Decortication, medically slain
Contaminating, infecting
How I love to cough and sneeze
On the carneous culture
To cause bacteria to breed
Anaesthetised, paralyzed
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 list
Exanguinating, straight from the heart
Exenterating with my lancet so sharp
Anatomically my surgery maims
Decortication by the clinically deranged
Gross 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
The picture of ill-health, you're a bit cut up