Dis-assemby Line

Throw open the drawers in the dissection ward
 Hone the keen of the scalpel's dread blade
 Scrub down the slab for toes yet to be tagged
 And Y-shaped thoracic incisions to be made
 Slice through the corpses that now lay before us
 Postmortem butchery
 Hack through the thorax with bonesaw and pick axe
 Recreational pathology
 In death we are brought to this, disassembly line
 Our legacy is hacked to bits, disassembly line
 On toe tags our epigraphs writ
 Reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit, disassembly line
 Ribcages shattered, gastric acids spatter
 The trocar suctions sebum and bile
 Craniotomies botched, cold blood curdles and clots
 Staining forceps, hemostat and file
 Rend through cold flesh, never minding the mess
 Disorganized carnal junk heap
 Slash limb, hands and feet, autopsy incomplete
 Just another piece of dead meat
 In death we are brought to this, disassembly line
 Our legacy is hacked to bits, disassembly line
 On toe tags our epigraphs writ
 Reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit, disassembly line
 Cankered cadavers, strewn in swollen disorder
 An abattoir of the deceased
 Slaughter the dead, spraying green, black and red
 In gastric discharge I stand ankle-deep
 Tear out the brains of the sadistically splayed
 Indignities heaped upon their expiration
 Shred unseeing eyes and gash venal, flabby thighs
 With macabre, sardonic vexation
 In death we are brought to this, disassembly line
 Our legacy is hacked to bits, disassembly line
 On toe tags our epigraphs writ
 Reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit, disassembly line