Pulsating Entrails Lyrics

I awaken to incisions
and tampering of the intestines.
The maze of flesh is
no puzzle for the scalpel.

I witness the internal
mutilations as my fear spills,
As my fear spills on their gloves.
There is no savior.

Their walking squeaks on the
bloody pools that lay beneath
my bed, as I am strapped.
My eyes,
My eyes, they wont close
For palpebral removal was
the first of their surgeries.
My eyes, they won't close.

Yards of dripping organs
extend from my torso
as the yellow suits pull,
they exit my torso.
Intertwined, they spiral
together as they are,
as they are extracted.
The gruesome sight of dismembered remains
once residing inside.
I now lay tortured,
I now lay gutless.

I witness the internal
mutilations as my fear spills,
As my fear spills on their gloves.
There is no savior.

I lay tortured
and gutless,
A hollow experiment.
There is no savior in this place,
Only my begging
for death to grip my soul
and take me away from
the disfigured

The gruesome sight of dismembered remains
once residing inside.
I now lay tortured,
I now lay gutless.
There is no savior
in this place