Descent to Extirpation

Exhume the dead to take part in my collection
A gallery of gore, reflecting recollections
Dried corpse-mache, I thrive on decay
I'm a malpractitioner invoked by your apathy

Recreative art, corpses pulled apart
This is my delicatesse
Sullied by my name, a debauchery

Recreative art
Pulled apart

Atropine injected
To clarify which matters
I shall deride and deprive all of man
To cleanse the world is my putrefactive plan

This is my epiphany
Decaying tapestry
Peeling to my satisfaction
My collection, closer to completion

[Guitar Solo]

Pulpifying and dissolving with ease

Gutting and slashing, maiming and hacking
My necrotic urges can and never will be pleased
Gutting and slashing, maiming and hacking
Grind the dead to a gangrenous mush
Recollected to partake in my canvas of death

Exhumed the dead to take part in my collection
A gallery of gore, reflecting recollections
Dried corpse-maché, I thrive on decay
I'm a malpractitioner invoked by your apathy