Corpsemaker - Another Man's Treasure

Every product of my brief existence deserves to be held in esteem
When life is so fleeting, why would you discard anything?
Where do you draw the line? What do you dispose of?
What tangible remnants of your being do you deem worthy to dismiss?
I throw away nothing!
Zero, zip, zilch
Everything stays
Fingernails; fallen hair; dead flakes of skin that I scrape off at a whim
These are the tokens of my humble life
These are the trophies that I leave behind
But my Masterpiece, my tour de force
My greatest achievement is all the piss and all the shit that I have stored
Hoard it all
Wall to wall
Hoard it all
Plates and bowls
Plastic bags and paper sacks
Anything that can hold my precious excremental keepsake
Brown is gold to me!
At first the smell is potent
But nostrils acclimate in time
Breathe it in!
Breathe it in, Fill up your lungs
Open up your closed mind in my autogenous cell
Hoard it all
Wall to wall
Hoard it all
Wall to wall
Hoard it all
Wall to wall
Gaze upon my artful mounds
Play with the brown clay I've made
Welcome are those who judge not for the norms of society that I break
But beware!
Many are those who I've buried within these four walls
I don't take kindly to judging eyes, and the smell of shit covers all
Shit above all!
Shit above all!
Shit above all!
Worship the brown God
Breathe it all in
Rub it around
Savor the taste of my sacrosanct feces
Everything I have ever been, or will ever be, is manifest in my feces

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Corpse Maker

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