Luyện nghe bài hát A Body Farm

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

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

Out by the are buzzing hives made of human heads
The gestation of larvae us
the time of

Decomposition - An exhibition of life that springs tragedy

Degeneration - Breakdown and maturation of DNA: The residue of

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

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

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

I am the ying, I am the
Good and are one in the same
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 irony in being a killer, yet in the crime-solving community, I am a
A corpse turns to mulch with a good

I for the good of man

Decomposition a demonstration
The of life - in all its majesty

Degeneration - curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human

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

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