Pathological Dependence on Autopsy Stench Lyrics


When the stench breath

Thought it invades

Again, a little cut

Along the way to have fun

School just no taste

Making body of carnival

Doctor learned at home

Makes a mess of a woman

Parts are already unrecognizable

Food will be cooled

Dissect, cut, laughs

Bother him address

Where a woman comes mainly it is

In the autopsy room at the table

Alongside another corpse