A Body Farm - Cattle Decapitation

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
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
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 godd**ned 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
A corpse turns to mulch with a good roto tiller
I kill for the good of man
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