Deep in the bowels of an edifice, foul
The wretched dregs of the ghetto corralled
Covert experiments mutating forms
And violating every ethical norm
I, Dr. Zongo, master of my trade
Employing Super Science to make an army of slaves
You will be servile, and you will obey
You will sit and you will stay!
Ragged wounds leaking virulent pus
Stapled flesh where the guillotine cut
Tubes pulse with chemical brews
Cervical vertebrae are grotesquely fused
On the slab, a chimerical mutt
A concatenation of Blood & Guts
Bow to the whip hand, and bow to the fist
The feral creations were deservedly pissed
The doctor screamed as their manacles snapped
Dragged off to his doom as his skivvies were crapped
Deep in the bowels of an edifice, foul
A wretched freak is emitting a howl
On the slab, a chimerical mutt
A concatenation of Blood & Guts
On the slab you are nothing but
A concatenation of Blood & Guts
On the slab, a chimerical mutt
A concatenation of Blood & Guts
On the slab you are nothing but
A concatenation of Blood & Guts
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