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Impaled

Genres: Metal

Gross Anatomy Lyrics - Impaled

music - Ross Sewage 

lyrics - Ross Sewage 

 

Feared by dogmatics and systematically oppressed 

Science my crime, medicine I confess 

Bearers of ignorance put a halt to my work 

For in the coronal plane is where I would lurk 

Forced underground, six feet deep is precise 

A labour for knowledge by my own device 

Maggots and worms my constant companions 

Pillaging crypts and defiling their coffins 

 

Archaic alchemists must be put to rest 

Notions of prima matter I'll test 

When the casket's exhumed and I've broken the seal 

It's surely just flesh and blood I'll reveal 

 

A nidorous air pervades through my lab 

A noxious bi-product of the stiff on the slab 

I meticulously sketch the skins contours and grains 

Then probe sub-cutaneously for arteries and veins 

Methodical excision to lay bare the bones 

For understanding of anatomical unknowns 

Though necrosis makes the facts harder to confer 

I'm proud to be a cadaverous cartographer 

 

Slicing through mortal shells 

Discerning the secrets they tell 

Engaged in necrology 

Gross anatomy 

 

Surgery on fresh human corpses 

A putrid employ to read what the gore says 

Knowledge my aim, blasphemes they claim 

Negating all their spiritual discourses 

 

(solo: "Qu Prosunt Omnibus Artibus" by S.C. McGrath) 

 

Retractors split open the chest cavity 

Ocular scopes provide a glimpse into humanity... 

Inhumanity 

 

Excavations are clear 

There is no soul here 

 

(solo: "Tales From The Crypt" by A.S. LaBarre) 

(solo: "The Vitruvian Man" by S.C. McGrath) 

(solo: "Encyclopdia Anatomica" by A.S. LaBarre) 

 

A labyrinth of nerves and muscles explored 

Their designs in my necronomicon are stored 

Spinal tendrils extend through all planes 

Cognition lies not in the heart but the brain 

Visceral gears are each recorded and weighed 

A corporeal blueprint for mankind I have made 

Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it would seem 

We are all nothing but organic machines 

 

Slicing through mortal shells 

Discerning the secrets they tell 

Engaged in necrology 

Gross anatomy