Autopsy Songtext
von Dismember

Fallen deity
Lying cold on my mortuary slab
Slicing and sawing
Digging deep into his head

I look deep into the deceiver′s eyes
To analyze this evil mind
Destroyer of free will
Creator of mental disease

Remove the brain
Crush it between my fingers
His empty skull will serve
As my vile decoration


Incision, open torso
Removal of innards
Evisceration
Intestinal relocation

An empty shell lie
Upon my operating table
Once almighty
Now just dead flesh

Six days of pathological surgery
Recreate the maker in my image
And on the seventh day I stand back and observe
Filled with pride of my sick work

Y shaped stitches across his rotting chest
A disfigured corpse sewn together for public display


The sound of saw is coming through bone
And sweet smell of decay
Fills my head with pscyhotic ecstasy
The feel of dead flesh peeling off your face
Carefully lift it off for my deathmask
Through your eyes I finally see heaven