Slaughterhouse (Necromed) Lyrics

Blood's scent in the sticky silence,

Relentless hands tear in defiance.

Bodies on tables, like meat on a plate,

Necromed – a dead end of unimaginable fate!

Necromed, in filthy gowns,

A feast of scraps, pieces to drown.

Where souls' wails fade in knife's quiet plea,

We're just spare parts, a sick joke's decree.

Scalpels sing sharp like a lute's wail,

Dawn's neon lights won't guide us through pale.

Leftovers in play, the crack of the bone,

In this meat grinder, we're just flesh overthrown.

Necromed, in filthy gowns,

A feast of scraps, pieces to drown.

Where souls' wails fade in knife's quiet plea,

We're just spare parts, a sick joke's decree.

Through crimson haze, life's lost all worth,

Liver on the table, no plans for rebirth.

Vivisection traces on walls, sticky floor,

Here, dreams are forfeit, it's the sound of the saw's roar.

Necromed, in filthy gowns,

A feast of scraps, pieces to drown.

Where souls' wails fade in knife's quiet plea,

We're just spare parts, a sick joke's decree.

Necromed, no questions to ask,

Each secret unveiled, a monstrous task.

Silence, dear hearts, your screams turn to none,

In this slaughterhouse, every one's come undone.