An ingenious business venture for the mildly deranged
Employed by the state to recycle the deceased
A well enforced limit on the modern life span
Supply runs low, demand acquires new meaning
No concerns about your gender, no distinctions over race
Just another useless human to ruthlessly butcher
And unfortunately for you as I split your skull in two
Another lifeless, limbless body equals more money for me
When health's failing
I am Father Time
Welcome to my full service
Morgue
It's my job to keep the funeral home full
A one way ticket out of life inside a body bag
Multiple murders are the key to a higher quality of living
Business will keep booming as long as I continue killing
I just want to help you die
You give your blood
Achieve a moral high
Fill out your donor cards
Vain hopes to save another life
The irony surmounts
For soon you'll live no more
No organs will be spared
To serve this world that I abhor
The time is set for you
I am the Reaper's watch
Unwind your mortal coil
And I will never get caught
Skulking in the shadows
Your destiny is dust
To assist you in such closure
A pleasure I enjoy so much
Mortality's nemesis am I
The day has come for you to depart this life
My funds are low, I've but one way to provide
So you die
Drain your blood
Fill you with formaldehyde
No autopsy performed to see just how the deceased died
Atrocity surmounts
A human lives no more
I get my paycheck and my benefits in this government funded morgue
No funeral for you
No family around to watch
I'll embalm you rotting carcass
I love this fucking job
No priest says "ashes to ashes"
As I render you to dust
And as the trash can lid is closing
I will find another throat to cut…
Who would have known
The world could be so cruel
Your own government
Paying me to end you