Autopsy - Keeper of Decay dalszöveg

Roadkill, guts are spilled 
A flattened form of death 
A heavenly delight 
Death is sweet 
Scoop up the meat 
Intact or mashed-it matters not 

I bring home my new surprises 
Open my door, the odour rises 
One that makes me feel so good 
I feel so fucking high 

I smile at my pride and joy on my walls 
My pets 
Nailed up high and low 
By the throat 
Intestinal wreath 
Rancid beef 

My newest tacked up with the rest 
I sit back and watch it rot 
Breathe deep 
Close my eyes 
Fantasize that i am one of them