Wormfood
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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
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