Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Body Farm, artist - Cattle Decapitation. Album song The Harvest Floor, in the genre Date of issue: 19.01.2009
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
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 |