The flesh infused with chems
And ready to be cut
The skin of a crippled
The legacy of wrath
Raincoat against all fear
A protection of the flesh
They need precise incision
An act of distress
Permitted by the absence
Of a mortal in live
Preparation of the future
In the gloss of a knife
Here is the saviour
To watch over the undead
To hold life and pain
For there is no better dread
Cut! Decision! Death!
Permission!
Gap! Disease! Skin!
Displease
The saviour! The pain will increase!
