The Saviour

Lyrics

The flesh infused with chems And ready to be cut The skin of a crippled The legacy of wrath Raincoat against all fear A protection of the flesh They need precise incision An act of distress Permitted by the absence Of a mortal in live Preparation of the future In the gloss of a knife Here is the saviour To watch over the undead To hold life and pain For there is no better dread "Cut! Decision! Death! Permission! Gap! Disease! Skin! Displease... ...The saviour! The pain will increase!"