Dark Half - Taxidermy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Damien]
After Toxidermy, corpses cold and squirming
Through the eyes of [?] I'm performing an autopsy
Dissecting bodies is a hobby, never sloppy with the scalpel
Makin incisions with precision and I'm always careful
Blood by the bucketful could you really bare through me
Cuttin the fat and tissue into the muscle as I tear through
The oyster skin is melting, shit is not embalming your body
Instead I eat your flesh like meat as demon's sit and watch me
Beneath the sky you maggots I walk
Until the maggots begin to drop
Maggots are falling like rain because your bodies not embalmed
I think I need some therapy cause corpses keep on hauntin me
I wish these walls could talk in this lonely mortuary

[Hook: Ian]
Why can't I fall asleep?
These dead bodies are hauntin me
And they're screamin and tauntin me
Sayin "I want you to die!"
Repeatin the sentence, go kill yourself for repentance
This Hell is forming an entrance, and screaming "I want you to die"

[Verse 2: The R.O.C.]
Never see it comin
So deep never do I sleep
Reap what I sew and even it was not in front of me
Words are like slabs of meat
Notice how I stab the beat
Grizzly Bear no boundaries Gorilla on the city streets
Microphone massacre, top notch bastard
Stuff competition in the rear trunk I'm mashin
No worthy assassin, so sick I'm cold
No end to my old melody, nowhere to go

[Verse 3: Mastamind]
Lyrical snuff em, fermeldahyde stuff em
Talk about em in the past, tense and we discuss em
Put em in the ground let the dirt cover em
I am the wicked shit and here I mother fuckin come
Murder ride leavin road kill
Leavin em laid out on the table made of cold steel
Chop your head for a trophy
Throw your body in the furnace
Psychotic scientist toxic taxidermist

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Ian]
Aye yo, dead bodies in my back seat
Her head slumped over on a horny killer shoulder
Miller light in my cupholder
Paparazzi cameras flashing, Amy Winehouse in her casket
Should've stayed in rehab bitch, but you said no, now look what happened
This the type of music we're killin our parents to
Punch em in the face and let em know I taught you to
I'm a misfit, a bastard, makin you fuck you pastor
After unloading my platter on the blood splattered cadaver
So I love a dead bitch, I'm always skull fuckin em
Puttin dresses on her, and takin my daily lithium
Taxidermy is my hobby, corpses at the table rotting
While I'm fucking Amy's body, and nodding out like a zombie

[Hook]