Throw open the drawers in the dissection ward
Hone the keen of the scalpel's dread blade
Scrub down the slab, for toes yet to be tagged
And Y-shaped thoracic incisions to be made
Slice – through the corpses that now lay before us
Postmortem butchery
Hack – through the thorax with bonesaw and pick-axe
Recreational pathology
In death we are brought to this – Dis-assembly line
Our legacy is hacked to bits – Dis-assembly line
On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit –
Dis-assembly line
Ribcages shattered, gastric acids spatter
The trocar suctions sebum and bile
Craniotomies botched, cold blood curdles and clots
Staining forceps, hemostat and file
Rend – through cold flesh, never minding the mess
Dis-organized carnal junk heap
Slash – limb, hands, and feet, autopsy incomplete
Just another piece of dead meat
In death we are brought to this – Dis-assembly line
Our legacy is hacked to bits – Dis-assembly line
On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit –
Dis-assembly line

[Lead – Matt] [Lead – Wes]

Cankered cadavers, strewn in swollen disorder
An abattoir of the deceased
Slaughter the dead, spraying green, black and red
In gastric discharge I stand ankle-deep
Tear – out the brains of the sadistically splayed
Indignities heaped upon their expiration
Shred – unseeing eyes and gash venal, flabby thighs
With macabre, sardonic vexation
In death we are brought to this – Dis-assembly line
Our legacy is hacked to bits – Dis-assembly line
On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit –
Dis-assembly line