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 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