Another hot stinking night, I pull a corpse from the ground
Throw it on my wooden cart, and now I am homeward bound
Walk through the rough cobbled streets, slick with the sulfuric rain
Enter my dark studio, where the dead can live again
The skin is removed, muscle tone is improved
Organs superimposed, limbs artfully posed
Corpses cut apart, corpses turned into art
Bodies torn and mangled, bodies reassembled
Try to replicate my work, I'm sure you'll fail if you try
This level of pure madness, you know is hard to come by
My preservation methods, came in an opium dream
My inspiration resides, in a blood-curdling scream
The skin is removed, muscle tone is improved
Organs superimposed, limbs artfully posed
Corpses cut apart, corpses turned into art
Bodies torn and mangled, bodies reassembled
Welcome to the show, now go below
And find your seat, in for a treat
Corpses on display, just for today
The barker shouts, to eager crowds
The crowd is shoving, they are scuffling
To get a glimpse, of twisted chimps
To see severed heads, sewn with silk threads
And split in half, face of a calf
As scalding as hot lava, the latest from French group Non Serviam collides black metal brutality with industrial grind. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023