Текст (слова) песни: Autopsy - Skullptures

Creative juices flowing
And its graveyard raiding time again
Engulfed by darkness
Digging for my art
Which is my only friend
Stuffing in potato sacks
The ones that suit my special need
Burial was but in vain
They still come back with me
Hacksawing away at rigor mortified cadavers
Set aside the right limbs
To consruct my latest skullpture
Maggots into flies
They buzz before my eyes, breed in my hair
I turn my corpses into art
It is my life, nothing compares

The smell gets my mind in gear
Helps me decide which parts go where
Forearm sewed with stitches thick
Onto someones sliced off dick
Womans face removed with care
Still attached to scalp and hair
put it on my face and stare
And think of what comes next

Kneecap pried off with screwdriver nailed to foot
Decorated with toenails
Now I look at the pair of breasts Ive severed
On my tray
Sew the two together
Flesh is brittle and grey

[Lead:D.C]

Another masterpiece is now complete
A mass of arms and legs and hands and feet
Stomach draped about drained of their bile
Skull atop the rotten sting pile
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An Act Of The Unspeakable
Battery Acid Enema
Blackness Within
Charred Remains
Critical Madness
Dark Crusade
Dead
Death Twitch
Destined to Fester
Disembowel
Embalmed
Frozen With Fear
Funereality
Gasping For Air
Hole in the Head
Impending Dread
In the Grip of Winter
Meat
Mental Funeral
Necrocannibalistic Vomitorium
Orgy In Excrements
Pagan Saviour
Pus - Rot
Ridden With Disease
Robbing the Grave
Service For A Vacant Coffin
Severed Survival
Skullptures
Slaughterday
Stillborn
Torn From the Womb
Tortured Moans Of Agony
Twisted Mass of Burnt Decay
Ugliness And Secretions
Voices
Walls Of The Coffin
Your Rotting Face