Autopsy - Keeper Of Decay

Roadkill, guts are spilled

A flattened form of death

A heavenly delight

Death is sweet

Scoop up the meat

Intact or mashed-it matters not



I bring home my new surprises

Open my door, the odour rises

One that makes me feel so good

I feel so fucking high



I smile at my pride and joy on my walls

My pets

Nailed up high and low

By the throat

Intestinal wreath

Rancid beef



My newest tacked up with the rest

I sit back and watch it rot

Breathe deep

Close my eyes

Fantasize that i am one of them

Written by:
CHRISTOPHER REIFERT, DANIEL CORRALLES, ERIC CUTLER

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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