Luyện nghe bài hát A Body Farm

For every I take, an ecosystem I create
Blood and guts my life
I am the brutal
I - controller
no more insane Jesus Christ.

Forgive my humble
Rotting clogging the commode
Please the stench and the trunk of a man lying on the workbench

Out by the shed are buzzing made of human heads
The of larvae tells us
the of death

Decomposition - An exhibition of life that springs from

Degeneration - Breakdown and maturation of DNA: The residue of

The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in
Dead - the dead now as can be

The now giving life harmoniously
A God - This me a god

is absurd and quite obscene - the corruption of human beings
My yard now a goddamned crime scene

I am the ying, I am the
Good and evil are one in the
No insane than Jesus Christ

The smell is part of the charm when you on a body farm
I walk with the stench of along corpse littered paths at the break of the day

Ah, the in being a killer, yet in the crime-solving community, I am a pillar
A corpse to mulch with a good roto-tiller

I kill for the of man

Decomposition a demonstration
The cycle of life - in all its

Degeneration - curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human

The twilight falls on burrowing in flesh
Dead - the now dead as can be

The now giving life harmoniously
A God - This me a god