Luyện nghe bài hát A Body Farm

For every life I take, an ecosystem I
and guts consumes my life
I am the gardener
I - controller
no more than Jesus Christ.

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

Out by the shed are hives made of human heads
The gestation of tells us
the of death

Decomposition - An exhibition of life that springs tragedy

Degeneration - Breakdown and maturation of The residue of death

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

The cadaver now life harmoniously
A God - makes me a god

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

I am the ying, I am the
Good and are one in the same
No more insane than Christ

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

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

I for the good of man

a morbid demonstration
The of life - in all its majesty

Degeneration - curdling fermentation of and heaps of human meat

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

The cadaver now life harmoniously
A God - makes me a god