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In a dark, noisome corridor of blood Bathtubs full of swollen limbs Crushed skull bones Dishes full of brains that are food For rats and a hungry surgeon I feel like in a dream Why don't my feelings cause nausea or vomiting This institute is a refinery of entrails That flow through corridors Dry, stinking bodies Slimy bugs and insects Blood stained surgeon's apron in the background And his dwarf laughing assistant In his mouth minced eyes of one of the victims In the next room boilers with boiling water Where the fat torn off the skin is boiling There are penises and vaginas hanging on the wall Cut out inattentively from the bodies Masturbating surgeon gets excited By touching cold breast In his second hand cold penis He's putting it into his mouth and licks it Her dry, hard vagina stimulates his penis This one is better than alive I get off and start eating her body Aus Songtexte Mania