| Song | Ambrosia |
| Artist | Brodequin |
| Album | Instruments of Torture |
| I put the bodies in their places, | |
| Place expressions | |
| Expressions on their faces | |
| A headless torso lying naked amongst the piles of flesh so sacred. | |
| Conducting experiments to preserve forever | |
| Stages of dismemberment fluctuating from room to room | |
| Flowing the sweet odor of death. | |
| Dissolving limbs, boiling the flesh, power drill injecting acid into the brains of them. | |
| Photos taken while dismembering. |