Early at mourning I go to the morgue
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I have my breakfast on a dismembered corpse
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Dissecting its organs whistling as I work
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Beholding my carnage, I delight on gore
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I love my profession as mortuary technician
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So funny, macabre and sick
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I am alone when my workdays ends
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Corpses are my only friends
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Cemetery at midnight is my favourite place
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Disturbing the quietus I break open the grave
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Digging up the coffin, grabbin knife and fork
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Smell the putrefaction... I feast on the rot
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Nocturnal party of greedy necrophagia
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Carving out putrid remains
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Ingesting toxines from rotting exudate
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I'm addicted to ptomaine
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Extracting rancid fats
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Used as sauce for raw guts
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Decrepit dinner is served
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I'm hungry for maggoty flesh
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Festered offals garnished with gall
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Gastronomic funeral
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Delicious taste of dead
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Gnawned bones is all that left
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[repeat 2nd verse]
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Dissect... Exhume... Devour... Vomit!!!!!!!
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Dissect, Exhume, Devour...
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Haemorrhage |