Dr. Piranha

he rose up from a toilet
 bearing gifts and bleeding from his ass
 and from his disinfected mausoleum
 he scrubbed his hands
 and prepared for surgery
 inside the operating room he screamed
 I believe this patient is already dead
 the nurse's laughter echoed through the halls
 as the doctor lit a smoke and shook his head
 i've discovered another flaw in god's sick invention
 we have built a time machine to travel through other dimensions
 the mercitron engaged the patient in
 a defenseless war against mortality
 angered by the latest turn of events
 the doctor felt he should part company
 upon arrival on the planet mars
 while waiting for the mothership to come
 dr. piranha and his faithful disciples
 in orbit searched for a baboon's heart
 we are what we are
 we are what we are
 christ clones are imprisoned
 in slave camps on a planet of trolls
 as coal mines and tar pits
 are filled with dead astronauts
 malpractice in the cosmos
 the garden of stars is filled with vengeful enemies
 assassins and hitmen eagerly await orders
 for research subjects to be purchased by the highest bidder
 I will be hunted for infinity
 detected with a dna radar
 they'll watch my every move
 the voices in my head will never cease
 mocking me over and over and over and over again
 we are what we are
 we are what we are
 christ clones are imprisoned
 in slave camps on a planet of trolls
 as coal mines and tar pits
 are filled with dead astronauts