歌词
For every life
I take, an ecosystem
I createBlood and guts consumes my life
I am the “brutal gardener”
I - “quantity controller”…no more insane than
Jesus Christ.
Forgive my humble abode
Rotting bodies clogging the commode
Please pardon the stench and the trunk of a man lying on the workbench
Out by the shed are buzzing hives made of human heads
The gestation of larvae tells usthe time of death
Decomposition -
An exhibition of life that springs from tragedy
Degeneration -
Breakdown and maturation of
DNA: The residue of death
The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
Dead - the dead now dead as can be
The cadaver now giving life harmoniously
A God - This makes me a god
This is absurd and quite obscene - the corruption of human beings
My back yard now a goddamned crime scene
I am the ying,
I am the yang
Good and evil are one in the same
No more insane than
Jesus Christ…
The smell is part of the charm when you live on a “body farm”
I walk with the stench of decay along corpse littered paths at the break of the day
Ah, the irony in being a killer, yet in the crime-solving community,
I am a pillar
A corpse turns to mulch with a good roto-tiller…
I kill for the good of man
Decomposition – a morbid demonstration
The cycle of life - in all its majesty
Degeneration - curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human meat
The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
Dead - the dead now dead as can be
The cadaver now giving life harmoniously
A God - This makes me a god
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