Lyrics A Body Farm - Cattle Decapitation

A Body Farm

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