Bone saw, skull chisel and rib cutters These are the instruments I use at my art Post-mortem research, like bathing in blood I enjoy what I do, see the passion through my eyes Autopsy! Psychopath! They call me autopsychopath! First cut, blood spatters to my face Glazed eye pop out when I play with the brain Oh, the fun is almost over now, I know that well Beneath the chest wall there's a nice treasure, stenching organs waiting to be mutilated Now I'm crawling in your blood, feeling almost like a god I'm almost sad when I sew you up Yeah, I'm autopsychopath