Autopsychopath

Bone saw, skull chisel and rib cutters
These are the instruments I use at my art
Post-mortem research, like bathing in blood
I enjoy what I do, see the passion through my eyes

Autopsy!
Psychopath!
They call me autopsychopath!

First cut, blood spatters to my face
Glazed eye pop out when I play with the brain
Oh, the fun is almost over now, I know that well
Beneath the chest wall there's a nice treasure,
stenching organs waiting to be mutilated

Now I'm crawling in your blood,
feeling almost like a god
I'm almost sad when I sew you up
Yeah, I'm autopsychopath