歌词
Genetic surgery, experiments performed in the shadows
Molested body parts stitched into a new creation
Cascades of pus squished out of septic intestines
Guts and blood spilled all over
A morbid wisdom of the human anatomy
The evolution of torture, a science to perfect the art
The need to cause pain, the need to kill
Forward into a world of pain
Forward into a world of pain
Remove the skin without causing death
Barbwire keep the flesh in position
With gasoline, soak the bleeding remains
For the final stage, torch what's left to die
A morbid wisdom of the human anatomy
The evolution of torture, a science to perfect the art
The need to cause pain, the need to kill
Forward into a world of pain
Forward into a world of pain