Dark Faith - The Coroner & The Death

I talk to death everyday I dissection bodies on the autopsy desk while I'm having breakfast with death I feel the cold stainless desk while I'm sawing the apper part of their heads to empty their dead brains I die day by day dissectoning bodies I get sick looking into the face of death and my face is reflected I wake up with the funeral music of my alarm clock to talk again to death gloomy and cold she takes hold of me as I cut ribs with my pincers the crackings of bores talk to me and death tells me she is coming soon for me and I'm waiting for her.