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