Coroners Report by Morgue (Band) Lyrics

Schooled and trained for ten long years
Only to face my most morbid fears
The carving of this now deceased
Searching for the reason of death

Making incisions from temple to temple
To revel what's left of the brain
I think of what this man's been through
And of his unending pain

As my scalpel cuts away
I fear of this becoming me someday
Writing the report in grotesque details
A phobia of dying in my mind prevails

Saw the ribs, searching through the chest
Trying to find why was put to rest
And as I maim, mutilate and crush
I get a strange, almost thrilling rush

Cadavers rolled in day by day
My sickening job, picking through the decay
Filling me with both fear and delight
Getting paid to cut up this horrid sight
As my scalpel cuts away
I fear of this becoming me someday
Writing the report in grotesque details
A phobia of dying in my mind prevails