Lyrics A Stone's Throw from Insanity - Vore Complex

In the office sipping tea
Biscuits opened
Adverts on the screen
Nothing left to do
Our hands are scrubbed and clean

Papers flutter
Gentle coughing
Feet relax on polished floors
As the schizophrenic man next door
Cuts his cheeks off with the scalpel
That he hid inside his coat
Just to keep the insects happy
Watch the bloody flesh pour down his throat
Watch the new girl sip her own glass
Guzzling back the scourging bleach
The sizzling skin of her oesophagus
Imploding like a rotten peach

Nothing left to do
Nothing left to do
Our hands are scrubbed and clean
Papers flutter
Gentle coughing
Our hands are scrubbed and clean

Time for medication
Crazies held at bay
Out of sight and out of mind
That's what we always say

Later in the night
When the screams have died down
That crossword puzzle might lift these frowns
Filling in the gaps with care
Filling in the gaps with care
And planning that holiday
Dubai
Or Sharm
Or failing that Beirut
Filling in the gaps with care
We just can't lose

Poor old Christopher
Poor old Christopher
He never had anyone to fill in his gaps
Out in the concrete court
Writhing in the breeze
Like a mangled fruit

Poor old Christopher
Poor old Christopher
He never had anyone to fill in his gaps
Out in the concrete court
Writhing in the breeze
Like a mangled fruit

Ten minutes till our shift ends
A mercy for that
Just time for another quick cuppa
Tidy up our desks and fetch some tins to feed the cat

Ten minutes till our shift ends
A mercy for that
Just time for another quick cuppa
Tidy up our desks and fetch some tins to feed the cat

Nothing left to do
Nothing left to do
Our hands are scrubbed and clean

Nothing left to do
Nothing left to do
Our hands are scrubbed and clean

It's these little things that make all the difference
It's these little things that make it all okay
It's these little things that make all the difference
Nothing left to do
Our hands are scrubbed and clean
Just another sound professional day