Dis-organ-ized (Impetigo)

Prone on the operating table Deep incision aliced on inanimate flesh I love my disgusting equipment Needless, scalpels and brain acoops to diagnose death Succumb to my horrible experiment Intestines and limbs agog in fiendish disarray Mustating your natural composition Rearrange your vital organs in horrific dismay. I'm the ghoul of the medical profession Foetid corpses and carcasses line the basement wall With glee I dismember cadavers I affix the pancreas where the stomach should be Rejuvenate the rancid corpses The innards glisten in their new anatomical display I cackle with post-mortem delight The walls reek of sin and the stench of horrendous decay.