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 rigormortis

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 rigormortis

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

[Guitar solo]

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 rigormortis

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 rigormortis

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 rigormortis

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 rigormortis