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
