In a dark, noisome corridor of blood

Bathtubs full of swollen limbs

Crushed skull bones

Dishes full of brains that are food

For rats and a hungry surgeon

I feel like in a dream

Why don't my feelings cause nausea or vomiting



This institute is a refinery of entrails

That flow through corridors

Dry, stinking bodies

Slimy bugs and insects

Blood stained surgeon's apron in the background

And his dwarf laughing assistant

In his mouth minced eyes of one of the victims



In the next room boilers with boiling water

Where the fat torn off the skin is boiling

There are penises and vaginas hanging on the wall

Cut out inattentively from the bodies

Masturbating surgeon gets excited

By touching cold breast

In his second hand cold penis

He's putting it into his mouth and licks it

Her dry, hard vagina stimulates his penis

This one is better than alive



I get off and start eating her body