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 - quantity
no more than Jesus Christ.

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

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

- An exhibition of life that springs from tragedy

Degeneration - and maturation of DNA: 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 absurd and quite obscene - the corruption of beings
My back now a goddamned crime scene

I am the ying, I am the
and evil are one in the same
No more than Jesus Christ

The is part of the charm when you live on a body farm
I walk with the stench of decay 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 with a roto-tiller

I for the good of man

a morbid demonstration
The cycle of life - in all its

Degeneration - curdling of heaps and heaps of human meat

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

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