Lyrics

I love my job As many people do Because of my profession My sickest dreams came true They laughed at me Because I am an alcoholic Now I hate mankind I'm totally misanthropic I am a worker of death I'm a pathologist I'll meet you when you are dead My morgue awaits for you I sniff some cocaine I'm going to cut you in two The bistoury in my hand I'm ready to dissect Alcohol inside my veins The feast starts again I am a worker of death I'm a pathologist Pathology is my life My obsession until I die I am a worker of death I'm a pathologist