Interpret:

Cannibal Corpse

Album:

Butchered At Birth

Fingers missing from hands, ready to snap bones 
And necks, pierced together from dead tissue 
Body parts crudely sewn, 
face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket 
Brain half 
Dead 
Hungry for flesh 
Many souls commanding my existence 
My body alive, I defy, the life I've been given 
I should have remained dead 
Experimenting on dead tissue, convulsing bodies on the table 
Reanimation of the dead, rusty scapals cutting skin 
Pieced together parts and parts 
Transplanting human life 
Rotten organs, restal pus 
Spitting up your galbladder 
Donation of bodily organs carved from broken bodies 
Eyes melting, skin exploding 
Every bloody bleeding 
Meat inter-changed from the mutalated stiffs 
Parts of the dead are never to rest 
Lymphatic nodes 
Implode, while the brain corrodes 
Bodies sold to science, profiting from the dead 
Creation of a being never known to man 
Heart pumping pus through the body, sliced in sections, the putrid infection 
Regaining life from beyond 


To rip the flesh from your bones 
Stripped of flesh, unsighty 
Torn in two, slicing through you 
Live organs needed to be reanimated 


Pathologist sawing the skull of the donor, now he lies 
Dead 
Awaiting a new brain 
Re-cycling the bodies, parts of the dead 
Exposing their insides, slitting their necks 
Finding a way 
Bringing life to the corpse, one dead on my table 
Soon to walk again 
Fingers missing from hands 
Ready to snap bones and necks 
Pieced together from 
Dead tissue 
Face is smashed to pulp, drooling from 
An empty socket 
Brain half-dead, hungry for flesh 
Many souls commanding my existence, my body alive, 
I derfy, the life I've been given 
I should have remain dead