Insect

After we die, invading our bodily cavities
 The young of insects feed
 On our inactive brains
 And numb spinal chords
 Open sores drain slow
 Spouting yellow pus - from us
 Dead human flesh brings nourishment
 Survival from what is dead and cold
 Our unburied carcass'
 Will be reduced to bone
 Open sores drain slow
 Spouting yellow pus - they're feeding on our souls
 A sickening odor seeps - from us
 Inside they multiply
 Devour us piece by piece
 New life from us, dead life not lost
 They feed to hatch the spawn
 Devour us piece by piece
 This dead life not lost
 New life from us - dead life not lost
 New life from us
 Open sores drain slow
 Spouting yellow pus
 They're feeding on our souls
 A sickening odor seeps - from us
 insect - insect, insect
 maggots