Schooled and trained for ten long years
Only to face my most morbid fears
The carving of this now deceased
Searching for the reason of death
Making incisions from temple to temple
To revel what's left of the brain
I think of what this man's been through
And of his unending pain
As my scalpel cuts away
I fear of this becoming me someday
Writing the report in grotesque details
A phobia of dying in my mind prevails
Saw the ribs, searching through the chest
Trying to find why was put to rest
And as I maim, mutilate and crush
I get a strange, almost thrilling rush
Cadavers rolled in day by day
My sickening job, picking through the decay
Filling me with both fear and delight
Getting paid to cut up this horrid sight
As my scalpel cuts away
I fear of this becoming me someday
Writing the report in grotesque details
A phobia of dying in my mind prevails
Only to face my most morbid fears
The carving of this now deceased
Searching for the reason of death
Making incisions from temple to temple
To revel what's left of the brain
I think of what this man's been through
And of his unending pain
As my scalpel cuts away
I fear of this becoming me someday
Writing the report in grotesque details
A phobia of dying in my mind prevails
Saw the ribs, searching through the chest
Trying to find why was put to rest
And as I maim, mutilate and crush
I get a strange, almost thrilling rush
Cadavers rolled in day by day
My sickening job, picking through the decay
Filling me with both fear and delight
Getting paid to cut up this horrid sight
As my scalpel cuts away
I fear of this becoming me someday
Writing the report in grotesque details
A phobia of dying in my mind prevails