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