In the lonely chambers
Of a small town morgue
I tend to the needs
Of every corpse
Cleaned up and presented
To next of kin
But mere hours before
I indulge in sickening sin

Sanity slips away
Decay of the psyche
Grotesque disfigurement
Of the human mind

Deranged foul obsession
Objects of lust
Defiled at my leisure
Obscene sense of love
But yet, as I finished
My heart stops cold
Did I see their eyes move?
Her vacant gaze stares through my soul

Sanity slips away
Decay of the psyche
Grotesque disfigurement
Of the human mind

Hearing echos of whispers all around
Search the building, not a single person to be found
Am I really hearing voices in my head?
Or am I being haunted by the dead?

Can't tell what's real
Trapped in horror
No signs of stopping
Can't take much more

I see the faces of my victims in my dreams
Rotting and undead, glaring right back at me

Only one way for me to escape
Buckshot to my brain

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