[Verse 1]
I go deep into the psyche, force it into its place
Swollen ulcers burst, gout running down the mask
From the audience you can hear an ovation, curtain, time to start the show
The facts are mean and hide in the dark like Karol Kot
The smell is rising above the room, it is pure truth
I take her under the scalpel today, put a sack on her face
They say that I have the devil inside, I am honestly amused by their crying
I invite you to vivisection of human perversions and blemishes
I will focus on Auschwitz, the inhuman smell and lime
Bodies like rubbish, bulldozer stuffed into ditches
There is a grim braid of those who died there in bulk
The Gestapo, raping women, did not forgive the old woman
Prison Tuol Sleng, S-21 as you prefer
An image of a soldier smashing a child's tree from behind his head
Khmer Rouge in Cambodia, Tutsi and Hutu in Rwanda
Murdered families covered with a rug of rats
It's just a bit of dirt, literally a pinch of thimble
Change the entire Nanjing massacre on the head of the pin
Look closely, invite, approach and admire
Truth as cold as death brought by Kolyma

[Chorus]
It's an anatomical theater, it's an anatomical theater
This is an anatomical theater, there is no salvation
The original fear, like a viper, writhes in the bowels
There is nowhere to run, it's an anatomical theater