Lyrics

Cadavers I select with random criterion Taking them from the morgue to the autopsy table ...enslaved to dissect ...do what they say Washed away and prepared for the demonstration Dissecting under command of arrogant professors ...enslaved to dissect ...Cut the crap! Formaldehyde smell disturbing my brain Surrounded by corpses I spent my workday Ignored and exploited - I'm treated with contempt But one day they will taste my scalpel blade Prosector's revenge Anatomy of hate Prosector's revenge ...it's over now