Theatre Of OperationsIMPALED
"Death After Life" (2005)
Goreverture
Mondo Medicale
Gutless
Theatre Of Operations
Preservation Of Death
Wrought In Hell
Resurrectionists
The Dead Shall Dead Remain
Critical Condition
Medical Waste
Dead Alive
Coda Morte
Goreverture
At Saint Julian's Medical University
Four ambitious students are taking experiments into the nature of death a bit too seriously
(Death after life)
Driven by an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, they will live by the scalpel and cut down those who get in their way.
(Death after life)
Experiments in murder, their aim are to answer the question - Is there a cure for death after life?
(Death after life)
Death after life...if you're lucky enough to die, pray that you stay dead.
Mondo Medicale
Grinding forth from the halls of education
Replete with the stench of dessication
Four pre-meds suffer condemnation
Tomes were perused, tombs were abused
All medico-legal limitations refused
With inhuman dexterity and intelligence, infused
Master thespians in the operating theatre
Likewise endowed in a gorenography feature
Deranged we may be after a blood bath
But all that rots can't be studied intact
Sifting through reams of anatomical charts
Bisecting livers and dissecting hearts
Arcane knowledge for doctoral upstarts
Rooting through a chum ridden morass
Cells scrutinized on iodized glass
We've mapped the structure of a carcass
Up to our elbows in grue and claret
We proffer quite a sanguine display
As we rule this mondo medicale
With scalpels and blades prepared on the tray
Integument cut and dermis to flay
You will rue this mondo medicale
Bypassing moral balances and checks
Summistes on high, rewriting texts
Our æsculapian methods leave them all vexed
Surgical aspirations, all dignified
Post-modern Versali, repersonified
But for our successes, we're villified
A trocar employed for psycho-surgery
In this bedlam of hospitality
Though flesh and blood are dead inside
The gross anatomy can still be applied
To raise the stakes of medicine's breadth
These choice cuts ours, until death
Our work is to die for so don't be a knave
Choke on it and go back to the grave
Gutless
Addressing inequities in inadequate techniques
Surgical procedures, involved and unique
My knife is a brush for a sanguine pallette
Create a masterpiece with some bone and a mallet
Hysterectomies for those who are insane
Severing meninges to balance the brain
Trephan the skull for a nervous disorder
Tapping the vein to expunge fever
Excoriate bubos with brand and cleaver
Our professors believe we're out of order
Suffering spinalectomies
Their bellies, jaundiced
Fusty minds, cowardly
You're gutless
Faint of heart and lothly
With enfeebled stomachs
Lily-livered and rafty
You're gutless
Without the risk, there's no reward
We must experiment on our wards
To elevate our science
We will operate in defiance
Committed to impuning progress
Judicial officials are made to egress
Our critics are given the axe
The needs of many outweigh the few
Profficide required for us to continue
The research of cold, dead facts
Restraining philistines
Facing final justice
Exscinding to the spine
You're gutless
Liberating omentum
Of an aristarchus
Usefulness just begun
You're gutless
Without the risk, there's no reward
We must experiment on our wards
To elevate our science
We will operate in defiance
Moral objectors will lose their tongues
And guts and bones and brains and teeth and lungs
Till they're gutless
Theatre Of Operations
If we make the incision here, we can minimize tissue damage...
He's waking up.
[ Gurgling noise ]
Ah, professor, welcome back to the land of the living...at least...temporarily.
What's that? Cat got your tongue? Oh, that's right. We do. Right here in this jar.
Well you were saying such awful things about us...
Hurry this up, here's a bonesaw.
Alright. We've got to take some other things from you now, professor.
Don't worry. It'll only hurt...until you die.
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