Paroles de Dr. Death

Doctor Death Is On The Ward Searching For His Prize Body Bags Are Cold As Ice Screams Cut Through The Night Through The Bars The Madman Sings That Permeate His Sight It Drips Away With Holy Thanks And Radiated Light Snip The Blood Line Cut The Veins Chop It Real Fine Hack The Brains Don't Deal With - Don't Heal With Don't Freak With Dr. Death Don't Trust Him - Combust Him Disgusting Dr. Death Operate Unparalysed No Mercy In His Eyes Bodies Are Dehydrolysed No Chance To Testify With Shining Deadly Instruments A Torturer Of Pain A Sick And Bloody Tournament He's Mental And Insane