We Belong Dead Lyrics - Impaled

[music - Ross Sewage] 

[lyrics - Ross Sewage] 

A plague on mankind, a pox on the planet 

We are the surgeons of sickness and shit 

Innocent bystanders are subjected to the horror 

Our gruesome displays give rise to a furor 

Bodies were piled and defiantly defiled 

Up to our knees in blood, sweat, and bile 

For the means to achieve our deviant needs 

The guilty should die and the innocent bleed 

Doctors of death, practitioners of pain 

Morbid addictions cannot be restrained 

A need to dismember, disfigure, and maim 

By A.M.A. standards, we've gone quite insane 

Hippocrates turning in his grave 

The oath, broken, cannot be mended 

From the realms of science we've strayed 

And into the charnel house descended 

Vitriolic tinctures substituted for plasma 

Intra-venously rotted by a virulent miasma 

Appendages unnecessarily amputated 

To promote zero growth all were castrated 

A myopic nurse doles out the bonesaw 

The O.R. is now a functioning abbatoir 

Prescriptions meted out for an untimely demise 

Injections of fces, our malicious advice 

Appointments were kept for the ceasing of lives 

Our promise to heal, a pack of lies 

A Hippocratic hypocrisy 

When the pledge is defiled 

The house of healing an atrocity 

The list of victims we've compiled 

Hung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the vein 

Let flow the red 

Choked on a pill, impaled through the brain 

We belong dead 

[solo: "The Flesh and the Fiends" by S.C. McGrath] 

Our clinic raided by the authorities 

Littered with corpses on all thirteen stories 

We toiled long in the laboratories 

Fueled by methamphetamines and forties 

Wading through offal and excrement 

Agents of law effect our detainment 

Judicial procedings with malevolent prejudice 

Our heinous crimes lack any precedence 

Horrifying facts and aggregious evidence 

The lives and deaths of medical deviants 

Bloodstained hands assure guilt, ipso facto 

Our lives are forfeit for theirs, quid pro quo 

Lethal injection, gas chamber, or the chair 

Corporeal punishment for our brand of intensive care 

[solo: "Age Actabile Anti-Hippocrate" by S.C. McGrath] 

[solo: "The Doctor Is In... Sane" by A.S. LaBarre] 

[solo: "Dead Men Walking" by S.C. McGrath] 

[solo: "Throw the Switch" by A.S. LaBarre] 

In memorium to Hippocrates 

Our corporeal bonds are severed 

But our crimes against humanity 

In infamy, shall reign forever 

Hung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the vein 

Let flow the red 

Choked on a pill, impaled through the brain 

We belong dead 

[solo: "Physician, Kill Thyself" by A.S. LaBarre]