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away my gloom?
Could her little hands hold my finger as firmly as she begs? 
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I heard a metallic clash as doctor picks a surgical instrument

Scattered Carrion
Slaughter Hospital
Surgical Instruments Among The Mutilated Poor

Torn Skin Sheets
Come Die
Come In And Get Dissected

Look
Momma we birthed a nation thank God for Genesis
A slice of my flow man you need surgical instruments
Blocka blocka no Surge Ibaka get off

He consumed the undertakers regurgitations

While nourishing on a meager creature

Provided with surgical instruments
Exquisite supper of excrements

of Revenge

Kept alive for Dissection

Methods of surgical brutalism
Bizarre forensic instruments pierce your skin
Phrenetic amputations - fractured bones

of Revenge

Kept alive for Dissection

Methods of surgical brutalism
Bizarre forensic instruments pierce your skin
Phrenetic amputations - fractured bones

of Revenge
Kept alive for Dissection
Methods of surgical brutalism
Bizarre forensic instruments pierce your skin
Phrenetic amputations - fractured bones

Below the sternum the incision
Cut through musculus rectus abdominis
Need two assistants for the retractor
Surgical technician for the set

of sight
Her mother out of sight
It was a Carolina night
Mother out of sight
My instrument was virtual
My heart was surgical
Couldn't save Claire's mothers

Bloody surgical site
Halsteds to hold the threads
As the surgery progresses
The bleeding gets a real threat
Non resorb-able fine seams
To stitch

bands I gotta keep a drum ain’t talkin instruments
Count my money onna toilet cus I’m shittin on dese niggas
I be worryin bout my figures you be worryin

the fuck is the place?
The surgeon selects his instrument, covered in fresh blood

The flames in his eyes rise higher and higher, like when petroleum ignites

Bout Music, My Words Are Like Instruments Without A Band, Let It Sink In Im A Different Brand Of Mc, On A Ship And Voyage On My Own On Empty

Chorus:

Bout Music, My Words Are Like Instruments Without A Band, Let It Sink In Im A Different Brand Of Mc, On A Ship And Voyage On My Own On Empty

Chorus:

silver, precious minerals
Forged them into instruments I use for my own rituals
Lambaste your bad taste not good enough to plate
Pure waste I can only use

sulking at the state I'm in
Then the surgeons dressed in camouflage are breaking my skin
Out for the count for an 8 hour med
Robots and instruments are in

Wrought in Hell

Impaled

Death After Life

My medical bag brims with surgical steel
If they're the tools for the job, my work will reveal

This apparati insufficient, I'll concede
For death

Medical Waste

Impaled

Death After Life

On failed experimentation

Noxious salves enkindling throats
Congealing on tongues in coats
With instruments we have fathered
We'll proceed to disembowel