Progressive Surgery Lyrics


Torment!!! It´s quality of life

Torment!!! It´s blessing for us

Medicine was born in hell

Murderers, rapists

Wish us best

Concentration camp

Hate, smash

Rip up the human flesh

Satan sent us these doctors

Murderers, rapists - those fuckers

How much they can take

Without air

Dying child is crying in snow

Without tears, without hope

Freezing blood

Will drag in your veins

And skin is turning blue

How much can he take