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!!!!!!!