only tools and corpses in an easy game i find live people and i play with them i love a scaloel or a stitch or too and the way they cry as the needles pulled through i love operations and the beautiful stench dissected slowly on my bench sewn up punctures and gaping holes keeping them alive so they can feel it all only tools and corpses then you open up the wounds where the blood has clot draining their fluid through beakers and pots no senses left as their blood s sucked dry kiss them goodnight and wave them goodbye only tools and corpses only tools and corpses work only tools and corpses only tools and corpses opened gashes and visible bone shown terrified corpses unable to moan now bloody chunks of my human sacrifice pulled apart like helpless laboratory mice laying their cold organs on my skin fingering the holes where i pushed steel rods in stroking the liver kidneys and heart human dissection is a game an art we ve got some half priced livers sliced miles and miles of entrails diced tortured with bon jovi and david bowie lps i ve killed thingy and whats his name and kept hold of the eyeballs of a mush from shepherds bush a bloody fucking mess all over my nice clean vest only corpse work