Rozz Dyliams - Reverend of Examination lyrics

I’m bout to bury the body
I’m bugging like entomology i'll admit
I got a fetish for forensic pathology
Passing through my palace of examination
You bout to be smelling all the rotten meat
Of medical criminology
Lacerations and larva
Let 'em burrow deep inside
The purulence intensified
As tiny maggots make a colony
The morbid man who makes a
Living analyzing bodies goes to
Sleep only to dream about the
Very next day following
A deep obsession with the dead
Corpses dance in my head
I wake up and I write
Another entry in my diary
The ligature don’t lie to me
The body full of answers
Every day is an adventure cut it up
And try to find the key
Isopropyl dreams inside a medical fantasy
Excited by the glossy eyes of the
Corpses staring back at me
The dead don’t tell no tales
If you don’t listen
If you listen close you might
Not find a ghost
But, you can find a source of agony
Thinking special thoughts about the
Subject on my slab
If anyone knew what I thought it’d
Put me in the sanitarium
We can have a conversation
Without speaking, wreaking, odor creeping
As I motor saw the top of the calvarium
Take a brain out and I place it
Gently on the scale and weigh it
This is where the soul's contained
It’s pretty fascinating ain’t it?
God I love anatomy it had to
Be a match that’s made
In heaven as I take the
Role of reverend of examination

Can you feel what I feel
Can you feel what I feel
Can you kill what I kill
Can you kill what I kill