Paroles de A body farm

Cattle Decapitation

pochette album A body farm
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Date de parution : 20/01/2009

Durée : 0:03:28

Style : Rock



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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 god

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