The Black Dahlıa Murder - The Lonely Deceased

What the old man don't know what his eyes yet have seen
My sordid transpirings well into each eve
While I'm paid so handsomely I would work here for free
I stitch tight each orifice once blessed with my seed
The lonely deceased
Cryptic sewn mouthed their secrets
Shameful their silence dragged down to the grave
What happens on the slab dies in this morgue with me
In these four walls my grisly playground
Where none rest in peace
No words have been spoken no reprimand said
Concealing so carefully my lust for the dead
Their insides are glistening curiosities fed
Forensically frolicking while god is in bed
Have I gone mad gruesome kingdom so lurid hidden so convincingly
They'd have my head
Morbid morgue of malpractice I envy each death are they finally free
This flesh of ours
An earthly cage key six feet down in a grave
What harms been done The breathless have not any inhibition
Haunted in dreams of their dead faces come to life
Death is my business work diligently
A forte I've taken all to seriously
I'm swift with the trocar I scalpel with glee
Besides I like fucking them a small perk for me
The morgue is my sick whorehouse
Their bodies favourites toys
Anointing them with ejaculate all the good little girls and boys
They'd call me mad sickly lifeless devotion
Their blood and their innocence drained
What's left unsaid guilted damnening sentence if there is a god down in hell's where I'll be
This flesh of ours
An earthly cage key six feet down in a grave
What crimes been done
The speechless won't contest this violation
Cold dolls of skin
Mounting the slab thrusting myself deep within
Though frowned upon
The company policy: termination