Autopsy - Keeper Of Decay Lyrics
Roadkill, guts are spilledA flattened form of deathA heavenly delightDeath is sweetScoop up the meatIntact or mashed - it matters notI bring home my new surprisesOpen my door, the odour risesOne that makes me feel so goodI feel so *****ing highI smile at my pride and joy on my wallsMy petsNailed up high and lowBy the throatIntestinal wreathRancid beefMy newest tacked up with the restI sit back and watch it rotBreathe deepClose my eyesFantasize that i am one of them