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From the 1991 album Necroticism: Descanting the Insalubrious. Enjoy!

Lyrics:

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 premediated 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 theatre, the stage upon which I act,

Turning into a sumptuous perfomance, heiniously 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, infacting, how I love to cough and sneeze,

On the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed,

Anaesthetised, paralysed, 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 - straigh 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...