A scientist is searching for a cure
to the sclerose of the brain
After several decease, he didn't know what to do
He was thinking about the reasons
of the sickness
(And suddently discovered that it could be cured
by devouring the patients' brains).
I'm entering in a cold chamber
Taking out corpses and looking at them with pity
Nothing that I could do to save them,
Probably because of the remedy injected during
the treatment
Using a bistoury, I carve skulls delicately
Observing the grey tumor and brain putrify
Now running inside my veins,
The sickness is higher than disgust
and this moment,
II devour my patient's brain
The result doesn't appear,
several tries are necessary
Suddenly I try again...
What is the reason of my failure
When I woke up
I was cutting my victims,
watching their organs until they die
Brain devourment is a pleasure
That is now daily obsession, out of my control