Only Tools And Corpses

Only tools and corpses in an easy game
 I find live people and I play with them
 I love a scaloel or a stitch or too
 And the way they cry as the needles pulled through
 I love operations and the beautiful stench
 Dissected slowly on my bench
 Sewn up punctures and gaping holes
 Keeping them alive so they can feel it all
 Only tools and corpses
 Then you open up the wounds where the blood has clot
 Draining their fluid through beakers and pots
 No senses left as their blood's sucked dry
 Kiss them goodnight and wave them goodbye
 Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses work
 Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses
 Opened gashes and visible bone shown
 Terrified corpses unable to moan now
 Bloody chunks of my human sacrifice
 Pulled apart like helpless laboratory mice
 Laying their cold organs on my skin
 Fingering the holes where I pushed steel rods in
 Stroking the liver kidneys and heart
 Human dissection is a game an art
 We've got some half priced livers sliced
 Miles and miles of entrails diced
 Tortured with Bon Jovi and David Bowie LPs
 I've killed thingy and whats-his-name (all my victims look the same)
 And kept hold of the eyeballs of a mush from Shepherds Bush
 A bloody fucking mess - All over my nice clean vest
 Only corpse work