Smell the stench of your own death  Your skin falls off  There's nothing left  Demented Doctor  Scalpel in hands  Removes the organs, removes the glands    Evil experiments, examinations of the dead  Hanging on the wall is your rotting fucking head  Tortured continuously before you die  Waiting for death on the table you lie    Bleed all over me, to see you suffer is why I live  As I cut you open organs fall from your ribs  With the razor sharp and nice  Cut you wide with every slice (Repeat three times)    Rotten body fluids spilled everywhere  Smell of fluids fills his lair (Repeat two times)