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The Specimen lies there on the stone |
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Fluids bubbling from his nose |
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Tongue protruding from his mouth |
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Eyes all swollen popping out |
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Slice him open across his throat |
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Cut through muscle tissue and bone |
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Crimson blood spills on me |
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One more twist his head comes free |
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Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs |
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Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack |
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Cutting off the rotting palms |
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Wrap them up tight, put them in jars |
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Score from chest to pubic bone |
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Pull apart and cover your nose |
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Take out the stomach kidneys & liver |
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Serve up fried for a dainty dinner |
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Split the diaphragm under the ribs |
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Find the lungs, put your hands in |
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Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs |
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Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack |
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Hang the body in the shed |
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Using meat-hooks through the legs |
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Catch the blood as it drips from the stump |
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Like the others from the past |
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The naked belly, full of cysts |
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Smells so good, I cant resist |
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I know inside this ones the best |
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As I eat the rotting chest |