Rotten practise deserted and out of use It has been closed for decades But by nightfalls, when the doctor arrives He carries in ther victim and the tools for the torment Meat is kicking the victim is still alive Now the doctors gonna teach you Hold still, this wont take long It is for the thrill of the kill The screams the blood to be a god I practise the art of torture And I order you suffering Explore the flesh, study the bones of the dead Rape the corpse, in the pool of her blood It is for the thrill of the kill The screams the blood to be a god I practise the art of torture And I order you suffering Rotten practise is now full of life A training ground for the doctors deadly art Sit back and enjoy this wont take long It is for the thrill of the kill The screams the blood to be a god I practise the art of torture And I order you suffering Mental gore disciple answers his calling Drill symphony, dead notes fill the room In the house were art is dead!
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