Slave to the Scalpel

Easy to see Internally I bleed Ringworm takes its toll In my rotting hole Stench of must drapes from the walls Brain gel seeping out of the eyeball The skull is leaking Stew made out of you It's going to haunt you Murdering the bastard cause I told him to Baphomet, killing spree What do you see? Fall to your knees Giving me life When you go under You must embrace the smell Slave to the scalpel