Dr. Piranha

he rose up from a toilet bearing gifts and bleeding from his a*s and from his disinfected mausoleum he scrubbed his hands and prepared for surgery inside the operating room he screamed i believe this patient is already dead the nurse's laughter echoed through the halls as the doctor lit a smoke and shook his head i've discovered another flaw in god's sick invention we have built a time machine to travel through other dimensions the mercitron engaged the patient in a defenseless war against mortality angered by the latest turn of events the doctor felt he should part company upon arrival on the planet mars while waiting for the mothership to come dr. piranha and his faithful disciples in orbit searched for a baboon's heart we are what we are we are what we are christ clones are imprisoned in slave camps on a planet of trolls as coal mines and tar pits are filled with dead astronauts malpractice in the cosmos the garden of stars is filled with vengeful enemies a*sa*sins and hitmen eagerly await orders for research subjects to be purchased by the highest bidder i will be hunted for infinity detected with a dna radar they'll watch my every move the voices in my head will never cease mocking me over and over and over and over again we are what we are we are what we are christ clones are imprisoned in slave camps on a planet of trolls as coal mines and tar pits are filled with dead astronauts