Lyrics

Broken and dishevelled resortingt to desperate measures Cataonic and determined seeking out human treasures A vicoius predator in the daed of night Hunting the backstreet alleys out of site Selecting victims that woldn't be missed Collecting spare parts to be ticked off the ist Selecting the donors wasn't heard Dissection had been got down to an art Mourning her loss had acquired a collection Of spare parts for her resurrection The last resorts of a broken man Desperate with a psychotic plan No will to lifve a solitary life Craving the company of his rotten wife Livers, bladders, kidneys and hearts Extracted and fitted like spare car parts Rejecting all but the perfect bits Healthy and fruitful, not battered or split A discardded pile amongst pus and slime Swollen with papules and oozing grime A human laboratory vile and depraved Saving his love from a premature grave Selecting the donors wasn't heard Dissection had been got down to an art Mourning her loss had acquired a collection Of spare parts for her resurrection The last resorts of a broken man Desperate with a psychotic plan No will to lifve a solitary life Craving the company of his rotten wife Too picky about the style and shape Or if the coilour would be to her taste An exquisite corpse bloated out of shape Putrefying fast, poisonous gasses escape A perfectionist spending too long trying to gather The perfect parts for her fragile cadaver No chance of bringing her lifeless form back An unrecognisable soul, swollen and black
Writer(s): Tim Weatherley, Ben Mccrow, Matthew Hoban, Jonathan Rushforth, Philip Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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