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 goreI love my profession as mortuary technician
So funny, macabre and sick
I am alone when my workdays ends
Corpses are my only friendsCemetery 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 rotNocturnal party of greedy necrophagia
Carving out putrid remains
Ingesting toxines from rotting exudate
I'm addicted to ptomaineExtracting rancid fats
Used as sauce for raw guts
Decrepit dinner is served
I'm hungry for maggoty fleshFestered offals garnished with gall
Gastronomic funeral
Delicious taste of dead
Gnawned bones is all that left(repeat 2nd verse)Dissect... Exhume... Devour... Vomit!!!