"Incubus In The Surgery Room" lyrics

"Incubus In The Surgery Room"

Black visions in my head, it's my fuckin' end
Dead images, dead words, my brain it's no dead
Black visions in my head, it's my fuckin' end
Dead images, dead words, my brain it's no dead

My body is cold, my blood is frozen in veins
But my brain still feel this fuckin' pain

I'm bounded on the bed of death to begin my journey
My black vision is so near
I see the knife on my body, I see many gowns
My black vision is so real
I feel the steel in my flesh, I feel fuckin' pain
My black vision is so gore
I'm bounded on the bed of death, I'm on a dead end
My black vision is my brain

Corpses in the surgery room
I can't forget this vision
Corpses in the surgery room
I can't forget this vision

So near
So real
So gore
It's my fuckin'
So near
So real
So gore
It's my fuckin'

Incubus in the surgery room
I see insane visions
Incubus in the surgery room
I see insane visions

Nightmares of my insane mind
Now are my own reality
Nightmares of my insane mind
Now are my own reality


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