A Body Farm Lyrics
| Song | A Body Farm |
| Artist | Cattle Decapitation |
| Album | The Harvest Floor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| For every life | |
| I take, an ecosystem | |
| I createBlood and guts consumes my life | |
| I am the “brutal gardener” | |
| I - “quantity controller”…no more insane than | |
| Jesus Christ. | |
| Forgive my humble abode | |
| Rotting bodies clogging the commode | |
| Please pardon the stench and the trunk of a man lying on the workbench | |
| Out by the shed are buzzing hives made of human heads | |
| The gestation of larvae tells usthe time of death | |
| Decomposition - | |
| An exhibition of life that springs from tragedy | |
| Degeneration - | |
| Breakdown and maturation of | |
| DNA: The residue of death | |
| The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh | |
| Dead - the dead now dead as can be | |
| The cadaver now giving life harmoniously | |
| A God - This makes me a god | |
| This is absurd and quite obscene - the corruption of human beings | |
| My back yard now a goddamned crime scene | |
| I am the ying, | |
| I am the yang | |
| Good and evil are one in the same | |
| No more insane than | |
| Jesus Christ… | |
| The smell is part of the charm when you live on a “body farm” | |
| I walk with the stench of decay along corpse littered paths at the break of the day | |
| Ah, the irony in being a killer, yet in the crime-solving community, | |
| I am a pillar | |
| A corpse turns to mulch with a good roto-tiller… | |
| I kill for the good of man | |
| Decomposition – a morbid demonstration | |
| The cycle of life - in all its majesty | |
| Degeneration - curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human meat | |
| The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh | |
| Dead - the dead now dead as can be | |
| The cadaver now giving life harmoniously | |
| A God - This makes me a god |
| For every life | |
| I take, an ecosystem | |
| I createBlood and guts consumes my life | |
| I am the " brutal gardener" | |
| I " quantity controller" no more insane than | |
| Jesus Christ. | |
| Forgive my humble abode | |
| Rotting bodies clogging the commode | |
| Please pardon the stench and the trunk of a man lying on the workbench | |
| Out by the shed are buzzing hives made of human heads | |
| The gestation of larvae tells usthe time of death | |
| Decomposition | |
| An exhibition of life that springs from tragedy | |
| Degeneration | |
| Breakdown and maturation of | |
| DNA: The residue of death | |
| The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh | |
| Dead the dead now dead as can be | |
| The cadaver now giving life harmoniously | |
| A God This makes me a god | |
| This is absurd and quite obscene the corruption of human beings | |
| My back yard now a goddamned crime scene | |
| I am the ying, | |
| I am the yang | |
| Good and evil are one in the same | |
| No more insane than | |
| Jesus Christ | |
| The smell is part of the charm when you live on a " body farm" | |
| I walk with the stench of decay along corpse littered paths at the break of the day | |
| Ah, the irony in being a killer, yet in the crimesolving community, | |
| I am a pillar | |
| A corpse turns to mulch with a good rototiller | |
| I kill for the good of man | |
| Decomposition a morbid demonstration | |
| The cycle of life in all its majesty | |
| Degeneration curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human meat | |
| The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh | |
| Dead the dead now dead as can be | |
| The cadaver now giving life harmoniously | |
| A God This makes me a god |
| For every life | |
| I take, an ecosystem | |
| I createBlood and guts consumes my life | |
| I am the " brutal gardener" | |
| I " quantity controller" no more insane than | |
| Jesus Christ. | |
| Forgive my humble abode | |
| Rotting bodies clogging the commode | |
| Please pardon the stench and the trunk of a man lying on the workbench | |
| Out by the shed are buzzing hives made of human heads | |
| The gestation of larvae tells usthe time of death | |
| Decomposition | |
| An exhibition of life that springs from tragedy | |
| Degeneration | |
| Breakdown and maturation of | |
| DNA: The residue of death | |
| The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh | |
| Dead the dead now dead as can be | |
| The cadaver now giving life harmoniously | |
| A God This makes me a god | |
| This is absurd and quite obscene the corruption of human beings | |
| My back yard now a goddamned crime scene | |
| I am the ying, | |
| I am the yang | |
| Good and evil are one in the same | |
| No more insane than | |
| Jesus Christ | |
| The smell is part of the charm when you live on a " body farm" | |
| I walk with the stench of decay along corpse littered paths at the break of the day | |
| Ah, the irony in being a killer, yet in the crimesolving community, | |
| I am a pillar | |
| A corpse turns to mulch with a good rototiller | |
| I kill for the good of man | |
| Decomposition a morbid demonstration | |
| The cycle of life in all its majesty | |
| Degeneration curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human meat | |
| The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh | |
| Dead the dead now dead as can be | |
| The cadaver now giving life harmoniously | |
| A God This makes me a god |
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