Signal Thirty

Black blood flowing as the corpse starts to writhe To reveal some upper and twist Grey matter covers the face Tools that they should have been ripped The carcass reveals the chest Blood runs strong and humid Open the crust of the breast And the flesh is driving Take it and see, let it not see, bite the pain Rend to the bone, give to the bone, cut to strain The drill, the tool, my language of power Handfuls of scraps of steel Pain, the chest, final echo Hands prepared to kill The body has been thrashed He was a once well A mass of torn flesh Tangled mess of metal Another violent death on our way Another life that we cannot save Another brain in the red control Another life upon the fatal kill Single target The killer has a morbid meaning Single target The corpse that comes out in this morning Dead faces covered to a torture And the bones in the mangled heart Cries of pain and fear Accompanied as the catastrophe unfolds The body is dead but the movement alive That is last before fruition Tell us the tragedy of the dead That flows to our hands with every decision Open the brain in collision Blood that came off to the scene Abdominal incision Trail into the street Internalities crushed and bound People dead in the crash The humans come unfound And every weeping dies Another violent death on our way Another life that we cannot save Another brain in the red control Another life upon the fatal kill Single target The killer has a morbid meaning Single target The corpse that comes out in this morning