TOOLS OF THE TRADE EP

TOOLS OF THE TRADE

(Music: Steer, Amott)
(Lyrics: Walker)

Steel skin clips,
Forceps, grooved awls,
Retractors, needle,
Gouges and saws,

Intestinal clamps,
Blunt disectors,
Scalpels, pins,
Toothed directors...

Tools of the trade,
Forceps and blades,
Skilfully lathed,
For us to maim...

Bone levers, spikes,
Malleable scoops,
Plates and chisels,
Screws and spoons,

Drills, raspatories,
Files and durettes,
Guillotines, gags
And compression forceps...

Tools of the trade,
Ripping the rib-cage,
To remissly lustrate,
So pleased to maim...

(lead: Maim to please by W.G. Steer)

(lead: Up to the hilt by M. Amott)

Retractors, mallets,
Rugines and benders,
Chisels, rods,
Sharps and catheters,

Trephines, undines,
Irons and styrups,
Depressors, tongues,
Sterile cat-gut...

Tools of the trade,
Stainless steel blades,
Painstakingly lathed,
We're so pleased to maim

HEPATIC TISSUE FERMENTATION II

(Music: Owen/Steer/Walker)
(Lyrics: Walker)

Orally force fed, until cirmocis is induced,
Fatal renal failure, bleeds like a sluice...

Spewing blood as the gallbladder extrudes...

Alcoholic poisoning, bloated lobules burst,
Toxins flood the stomach, in diffluence submerged...

Coughing waste as the wrecked colon tears...

The blood now critically proof,
Neural cells fatally quenched,
Drowning in split retention,
Hepatic tissue ferments...

Poisoned retention,
With intoxication...

Inflamed nephrons burst,
Your conditions getting worse,
Chronically diffused,
Your liver you will lose...

Bodily distillation, as emerged flesh reacts,
With alcoholic contents, in your urinary tract...

Dripping fluid as the decrepit appendix weeps...

Matter turns to fluid, intoxicating ablution,
Bilary dehydration, as the innards turn to solution...

Bleeding urine as the inflamed bladder rips...

The blood now critically proof,
Neural cells fatally quenched,
Drowning in split retention,
Hepatic tissue ferments...

Contamination,
Foul circulation...

Alcohol force fed,
Goes straight to your head,
Brain tissue damaged,
Fused with alcoholic sewage...

In a stupor you die,
Your brain lobes you fry...

(Inebriating melody by W.G. Steer)

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