Testure (12" mix) Lyrics

I hope you make sure we're properly dead before you start, old rip beak.

in nervous convulsion
crouches
infant ape
trembling
in mothers s***
cage eyes tear less filled with contempt
clinic mask
experiment
with life and death

smell lingering noxious
mixed scent anxiety
omnipotent doctor
grinds
the cage door
revealing loves primal instinct taken away
the tiny face
terrified
rant and rave smash your head against the cage
vacuum clicks on high
conscious of the pain
pass off as humane
white coat seems so clean most dirt bleached out
of greed
Force the point of habit
eyes burn in a rabbit
push the pain test b***on
spines cut

trip mucous inflection
more die pills each day
what goes around
comes back stronger
tap into the brain
break the skull again

smash price
research rat
lab rent pain in flesh
more ill drug store sales
sharpen the knife
emphasis on money
new disease every day
end is seen and coming
research turns it's back to gain
I hope you make sure we're properly dead before you start, old rip beak.

crush the spine
genocide
kitten drags its dead limb
continuing all suffering
it will come back and win
shock paralyse
turn trauma burns
out the will to live
the lying
message 5 year genocide 1945
suicide
vivisect vi