The flesh infused with chems and ready to be cut The skin of a crippled The legacy of wrath Raincoat against all fear A protection of the flesh They need precise incision an act of distress Permitted by the absence of a mortal in live Preparation of the future in the gloss of a knife Here is the saviour to watch over the undead To hold life and pain for there is no better dread "Cut! Decision! d**h! Permission! Gap! Disease! Skin! Displease... ...The saviour! The pain will increase!"