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
I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist
Pathology
is my life
My obsession until I die
I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist