[Intro]
The sound of vomiting, to my ears like singing
Now I'm beginning to become erect
With illness I am obsessed, in the beds of the fallen I rest
Fixation amplified, the smell here is what I like best
[Verse 1]
Feverishly combing the buckets of waste
Wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets
Raping the shells of the comatose
To fulfill my needs
[Verse 2]
Photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect
It's more than a job, it's a love for me to walk this close with death
When you hear a flat line you know surely I'll be near
To when the reaper's sickle is drawn I am ever aware
[Chorus]
I wish I could pull these strings
In death there are finer things
Malpractice forever be my bitter name
[Post-Chorus]
How quickly life does fade away
But a flip of the river man's coin
Could send you screaming to your grave
The sound of vomiting, to my ears like singing
Now I'm beginning to become erect
With illness I am obsessed, in the beds of the fallen I rest
Fixation amplified, the smell here is what I like best
[Verse 1]
Feverishly combing the buckets of waste
Wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets
Raping the shells of the comatose
To fulfill my needs
[Verse 2]
Photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect
It's more than a job, it's a love for me to walk this close with death
When you hear a flat line you know surely I'll be near
To when the reaper's sickle is drawn I am ever aware
[Chorus]
I wish I could pull these strings
In death there are finer things
Malpractice forever be my bitter name
[Post-Chorus]
How quickly life does fade away
But a flip of the river man's coin
Could send you screaming to your grave
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