(Composição: Michael Amott, Bill Steer, Ken Owen) Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray The torso diverged with pride Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs For a chondrin puzzle so quaint Head and body decollate A heaving mass so quiescent... Scattered and scrambled, your teasement grows A bloody caricature to make whole A squirming grisly jigsaw, detrital fragments fit so snug That missing piece will leave you stumped Totally desassembled, nicely sliced and diced A cold mannequin once resembled Real cranium teaser, carved from flesh and bone So mystifying... Battered and diffused, with placating blows A human jigsaw to make whole A sequacious pattern which once fitted so snug Joining together each dubious lump Ravaged disassembly, neatly cubed and diced A cold mannequin reassembled Astute brain teaser, incorporate flesh and bone So mortifying... An incessant game - methodically made With each cumulative piecing - of commensated meat... Bi-manual reconstruction, eldritch problem complete A convented effigy A pathological toy, each chunk rigorously Inter mortis locking, as you pathogenically rot Such a perplexing task To fit the remains in the casket Uliginous mess so quiescent... An incessant game - methodically made With each cumulative piece - of commensated meat
