Formaldehigh - Desecration

Reserve, tank of solution

Buffered, incorrect dilution

Into lungs, through dense tubes the liquid runs

Formalin fumes escape, intoxicate

As I am cutting at blocks of anatomy

Look at the corpse and it’s looking back at me

Staring, grinning and laughing

I think I must be formaldehigh

I think I’m getting formaldehigh

My eyes run

Burning sensation

Hallucinations

Diminishing veins blue

Formic acid rushes through

As I hit the sky, dazed, I’m formaldehigh