Текст песни The Surgeon - Agape

March along white corridors
Neon light upon my skin
Adrenaline is in my veins
The operating room is calling me
Patient lies still on its back
Asp of flesh alive, pulsating
The faintest white breath, it excites me
Breathless help, a calm and steady

An addiction in my head
An addiction to bloodshed

Carnivore open butcher's blade
In the smell of blood get high
Carnivore open slaughter's blade
You're under my control, now die

Push him along white corridors
Neon light upon his limbs
The strain, he writhes in his straightjacket
Struck out, oh yet his mind conceives
The muscle lurks, a blissful vision
That clouds his predatory gaze
The leaded warden cleans her needle
Tie him down, just let him dream

An addiction, my head aches
An injection is what it takes

Carnivore open butcher's blade
In the smell of blood get high
Carnivore open slaughter's blade
You're under my control, now die

Carnivore open butcher's blade
In the smell of blood get high
Carnivore open slaughter's blade
You're under my control, now die