Текст песни FUNERAL WRITING - Фантазии хирурга

Tied , lying !
In a hospital bed ,
Your fear , he is alive ,
Again, many thoughts ...
corroded dream
In a pool of red blood cells
And scalp came into his eyes ,
It does not cost anything .

Rot gut ,
Hung on a hook ,
Leg ... They do not exist ,
Instead of hand sewn .

In an effort to make a miracle ,
Lay a pile of stumps .
In an effort to make a miracle ,
Around a pile of stumps .

Slasher !!!
Walk safely in the tissues ,
Your darkness
Body covered with blood.
Water...
Empty down drains
Lying ...
The doctor knows the deal .

Fantasy, fantasies .
Fantasy surgeon !