Wormfood

The sweet smell of the slow decayed
Another victim of the fucking grave
The cold dirt is the last place you rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigamortis
Another rotten
Another forgotten
Take another step and you just might fall in
The cold grave is the last place you rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigamortis
Eyes roll back in your face
Blood drips down your skin
When it comes to death
The grave always wins
Blood drips on your eyeless face
Another victim of the fucking grave
The cold dirt is your last place to rest
A funeral meal for the worms in the coffin
Black pus from your skin and veins
Another victim of the fucking grave
The cold dirt is your last place to rest
A funeral meal for the worms in the coffin
Eyes roll back in your face
Blood drips down your skin
When it comes to death
The grave always wins
There are worms feeding on the carcass
Rotted and moldering
The bones are exposed
Parasitic breakdown of the human form
In the grave we are reborn
There are worms feeding on the carcass
Rotted and moldering
The bones are exposed
Parasitic breakdown of the human form
In the grave we are reborn
The sweet smell of the slow decayed
Another victim of the fucking grave
The cold dirt is the last place you rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigamortis
Another rotten
Another forgotten
Take another step and you just might fall in
The cold grave is the last place you rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigamortis