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Impaled - Gross Anatomy lyrics
music - Ross Sewage 
 lyrics - Ross Sewage 
 Feared by dogmatics and systematically oppressed 
 Science my crime, medicine I confess 
 Bearers of ignorance put a halt to my work 
 For in the coronal plane is where I would lurk 
 Forced underground, six feet deep is precise 
 A labour for knowledge by my own device 
 Maggots and worms my constant companions 
 Pillaging crypts and defiling their coffins 
 Archaic alchemists must be put to rest 
 Notions of prima matter I'll test 
 When the casket's exhumed and I've broken the seal 
 It's surely just flesh and blood I'll reveal 
 A nidorous air pervades through my lab 
 A noxious bi-product of the stiff on the slab 
 I meticulously sketch the skins contours and grains 
 Then probe sub-cutaneously for arteries and veins 
 Methodical excision to lay bare the bones 
 For understanding of anatomical unknowns 
 Though necrosis makes the facts harder to confer 
 I'm proud to be a cadaverous cartographer 
 Slicing through mortal shells 
 Discerning the secrets they tell 
 Engaged in necrology 
 Gross anatomy 
 Surgery on fresh human corpses Impaled - Gross Anatomy - http://motolyrics.com/impaled/gross-anatomy-lyrics.html
 A putrid employ to read what the gore says 
 Knowledge my aim, blasphemes they claim 
Negating all their spiritual discourses
(solo: "Quæ Prosunt Omnibus Artibus" by S.C. McGrath)
 Retractors split open the chest cavity 
 Ocular scopes provide a glimpse into humanity... 
 Inhumanity 
 Excavations are clear 
 There is no soul here 
 (solo: "Tales From The Crypt" by A.S. LaBarre) 
 (solo: "The Vitruvian Man" by S.C. McGrath) 
 (solo: "Encyclopædia Anatomica" by A.S. LaBarre) 
 A labyrinth of nerves and muscles explored 
 Their designs in my necronomicon are stored 
 Spinal tendrils extend through all planes 
 Cognition lies not in the heart but the brain 
 Visceral gears are each recorded and weighed 
 A corporeal blueprint for mankind I have made 
 Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it would seem 
 We are all nothing but organic machines 
 Slicing through mortal shells 
 Discerning the secrets they tell 
 Engaged in necrology 
 Gross anatomy









