OROZCO, EMBALM ME

Document this, the bodies rotting in piss
It can't get better than this, I told my father I'm sick
I went and loaded a gun, I'll kill myself then I'm done
For the day I'm embalmed, I hope Orozco has fun

Slam him on the table, slit the neck right to his navel
When I took this fucking job, I didn't know I was unstable
Strangled up with cables, mangled on the road, I'm seeing all the angles
Every crash is fatal, open bodies on my table
Every single piece of flesh and fat I grabbed, my sickness is enabled

Film it on a VHS, your body sits on rust
Oncе your body rots, you will soon be dust
And every singlе death, I feel a human's time
I hear the sirens sound, they turn up not so fine

Feel like Orozco the way I open her up
I fucking open him up, I fucking open them up
Feel like Orozco the way I open her up
I fucking open him up, I fucking open them up