Creative juices flowing   And it's graveyard raiding time again   Engulfed by darkness   Digging for my art   Which is my only friend   Stuffing in potato sacks   The ones that suit my special need   Burial was but in vain   They still come back with me   Hacksawing away at rigor mortified cadavers   Set aside the right limbs   To consruct my latest skullpture   Maggots into flies   They buzz before my eyes, breed in my hair   I turn my corpses into art   It is my life, nothing compares      The smell gets my mind in gear   Helps me decide which parts go where   Forearm sewed with stitches thick   Onto someone's sliced off dick   Woman's face removed with care   Still attached to scalp and hair   put it on my face and stare   And think of what comes next      Kneecap pried off with screwdriver nailed to foot   Decorated with toenails   Now I look at the pair of breasts I've severed   On my tray   Sew the two together   Flesh is brittle and grey      [Lead:D.C]      Another masterpiece is now complete   A mass of arms and legs and hands and feet   Stomach draped about drained of their bile   Skull atop the rotten sting pile