Texty: Six Feet Under. Wormfood.

The sweet smell of the slow decayed
Another victim of the fucking grave
The cold dirt is your last place to rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigormortis

Another rotted another forgotten
Take another step and you just might fall in
The cold grave is your last place to rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigormortis

Eyes roll back in your face
Blood drips from your skin
When it comes to death
The grave always wins

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

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 from your skin
When it comes to death
The grave always wins

There are worms feeding on the carcass
Rotted and moldering and 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 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 fucking grave
The cold dirt is your last place to rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigormortis

Another rotted another forgotten
Take another step and you just might fall in
The cold grave is your last place to 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 your last place to rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigormortis

Another rotted another forgotten
Take another step and you just might fall in
The cold grave is your last place to rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigormortis