I love my job

as many people do

because of my profession

my sickest dreams came true

They laughed at me

because I am an alcoholic

Now I hate mankind

I'm totally misanthropic



I am a worker of death

I'm a pathologist



I'll meet you when you are dead

My morgue awaits for you

I sniff some cocaine

I'm going to cut you in two

the bistoury in my hand

I'm ready to dissect

Alcohol inside my veins

The feast starts again



I am a worker of death

I'm a pathologist



Pathology is my life

My obsession until I die



I am a worker of death

I'm a pathologist