Songtext von Grotesque Creation

Born into a life of oppression where the words you speak have no meaning Tormented at the stages of youth never knowing what's next to come Scientific experimentation grotesque creations Dormant not dead strapped down on this bed Unknowing of the impending doom that now lies ahead With surgical incisions still they beg for life Their horrid screams follow the thrust of my knife Pain slowly surging through nerves still connected As they slip into unconsciousness my hands begin to quake Ripping up their flesh torture through dismember Evisceration of their corpse that's how I choose to kill Reassembling severed limbs back together again Deformity is beyond what life should be Paroxysmal rage horror entraps my mind Glorified of these grotesque creations