A Body Farm Lyrics - The Harvest Floor - Cattle Decapitation

For every life I take, an ecosystem I create 

Blood 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 us 

the 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