Autopsy - Skullptures Lyrics
Creative juices flowingAnd it's graveyard raiding time againEngulfed by darknessDigging for my artWhich is my only friendStuffing in potato sacksThe ones that suit my special needBurial was but in vainThey still come back with meHacksawing away at rigor mortified cadaversSet aside the right limbsTo consruct my latest skullptureMaggots into fliesThey buzz before my eyes, breed in my hairI turn my corpses into artIt is my life, nothing comparesThe smell gets my mind in gearHelps me decide which parts go whereForearm sewed with stitches thickOnto someone's sliced off dickWoman's face removed with careStill attached to scalp and hairput it on my face and stareAnd think of what comes nextKneecap pried off with screwdriver nailed to footDecorated with toenailsNow I look at the pair of breasts I've severedOn my traySew the two togetherFlesh is brittle and grey[Lead:D.C]Another masterpiece is now completeA mass of arms and legs and hands and feetStomach draped about drained of their bileSkull atop the rotten sting pile
