[00:23.63]For every life
[00:24.78]I take, an ecosystem
[00:27.46]I create
[00:28.06]Blood and guts consumes my life
[00:32.09]I am the “brutal gardener”
[00:35.34]I - “quantity controller”…no more insane than
[00:40.94]Jesus Christ.
[00:41.87]Forgive my humble abode
[00:45.02]Rotting bodies clogging the commode
[00:48.33]Please pardon the stench and the trunk of a man lying on the workbench
[00:54.67]Out by the shed are buzzing hives made of human heads
[01:00.09]The gestation of larvae tells us
[01:03.22]the time of death
[01:04.22]Decomposition -
[01:07.12]An exhibition of life that springs from tragedy
[01:11.85]Degeneration -
[01:14.39]Breakdown and maturation of
[01:17.39]DNA: The residue of death
[01:21.05]The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
[01:25.86]Dead - the dead now dead as can be
[01:30.40]The cadaver now giving life harmoniously
[01:35.08]A God - This makes me a god
[01:38.25]This is absurd and quite obscene - the corruption of human beings
[01:44.25]My back yard now a goddamned crime scene
[01:48.24]I am the ying,
[01:50.04]I am the yang
[01:51.94]Good and evil are one in the same
[01:55.77]No more insane than
[01:57.97]Jesus Christ…
[01:59.45]The smell is part of the charm when you live on a “body farm”
[02:04.70]I walk with the stench of decay along corpse littered paths at the break of the day
[02:11.23]Ah, the irony in being a killer, yet in the crime-solving community,
[02:17.31]I am a pillar
[02:18.57]A corpse turns to mulch with a good roto-tiller…
[02:22.84]I kill for the good of man
[02:25.59]Decomposition – a morbid demonstration
[02:29.83]The cycle of life - in all its majesty
[02:34.02]Degeneration - curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human meat
[02:40.40]The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
[02:45.16]Dead - the dead now dead as can be
[02:49.71]The cadaver now giving life harmoniously
[02:54.40]A God - This makes me a god

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