Dissect, Exhume, Devour...

Early at mourning

I go to the morgue

I have my breakfast on a dismembered corpse

Dissecting its organs whistling as

I work Beholding my carnage,

I delight on gore

I love my profession as mortuary technician

So funny, macabre and sick

I am alone when my workdays ends

Corpses are my only friends

Cemetery at midnight is my favourite place

Disturbing the quietus

I break open the grave

Digging up the coffin, grabbin knife and fork

Smell the putrefaction...

I feast on the rot

Nocturnal party of greedy necrophagia

Carving out putrid remains

Ingesting toxines from rotting exudate

I'm addicted to ptomaine

Extracting rancid fats

Used as sauce for raw guts

Decrepit dinner is served

I'm hungry for maggoty flesh

Festered offals garnished with gall

Gastronomic funeral

Delicious taste of dead

Gnawned bones is all that left [repeat 2nd verse]

Dissect...

Exhume...

Devour...

Vomit!!!!!!!