I love my job
as many people do
because of my profession
my sickest dreams came true
They laughed at me
because I am an alcoholic
Now I hate mankind
I`m totally misanthropic
I am a worker of death
I`m a pathologist
I`ll meet you when you are dead
My morgue awaits for you
I sniff some cocaine
I`m going to cut you in two
the bistoury in my hand
I`m ready to dissect
Alcohol inside my veins
The feast starts again
