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
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