Interpret:

Haemorrhage

Album:

Grume

Early at mourning I go to the morgue 
I have my breakfast on a dismembered corpse 
Dissecting its organs whistling as I work 
Beholding my carnage, I delight on gore 


I love my profession as mortuary technician 
So funny, macabre and sick 
I am alone when my workdays ends 
Corpses are my only friends 


Cemetery at midnight is my favourite place 
Disturbing the quietus I break open the grave 
Digging up the coffin, grabbin knife and fork 
Smell the putrefaction... I feast on the rot 


Nocturnal party of greedy necrophagia 
Carving out putrid remains 
Ingesting toxines from rotting exudate 
I'm addicted to ptomaine 


Extracting rancid fats 
Used as sauce for raw guts 
Decrepit dinner is served 
I'm hungry for maggoty flesh 


Festered offals garnished with gall 
Gastronomic funeral 
Delicious taste of dead 
Gnawned bones is all that left 


[repeat 2nd verse] 


Dissect... Exhume... Devour... Vomit!!!!!!!