Sangtekst: The Black Dahlia Murder. Deflorate. A Selection Unnatural.

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Spawned into a life of suffering
Scientific pawn
It now begets vestigial extremities
A twisted mass of skin
It looks a monster, but they swear it's human too
Don't be scared, it could be me or you
Were several ailments misconstrued

The world of science finds it beautiful
...
Beneath the glowing lights it's grown
Can it feel human love?
Though what would waste a drop on such a thing?
Mindless abomination
Hideously destroyed today

Machines invade its withered lungs
Sustained by liquid food
...

Monitor ...
Internal organs will be splayed
To find what therein lies
Unlock the secrets of its mind
Its mysteries will baffle modern medicine
For centuries to come

What god will it belong to now?
... displayed in macroscopic detail
... intestinal maze
The operating theater awaits

Can it feel human love?
Though what would waste a drop on such a thing?
Mindless abomination
Hideously destroyed today

It looks a monster, but they swear it's human too
Don't be scared, it could be me or you
Were several ailments misconstrued

He would look better floating in a jar
Catalog to carry out
This life of hell comes to an end

Monitor ...
Internal organs will be splayed
To find what therein lies
Unlock the secrets of its mind
Its mysteries will baffle modern medicine
For centuries to come

It's sad existence in the gleam of the waning scalpel
A sick example of selection most unnatural
...
We may never know the meaning
Of his short and torturous life