Wormfood

the sweet smell
 of the slow decayed
 another victim
 of the f**king grave
 the cold grave is the last place you rest
 down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis
 another rotten
 another forgotten
 another step and you just might fall in
 the cold grave is the last place you rest
 down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis
 eyes roll back in your face
 blood drips on your skin
 when it comes to death
 the grave always wins
 blood drips on your idness face?
 another victim of the f**king 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 alwats wins
 the worms are feeding on the carcass
 rotted and moldering and 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 f**king grave
 the cold grave is the last place you rest
 down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis
 another rotten
 another forgotten
 another step and you just might fall in
 the cold grave is the last place you rest
 down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis