For every life I take, an ecosystem I create Blood 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 us the 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 godTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
