Chris Barnes - Wormfood lyrics

The sweet smell of the slow decayed Another victim of the f**king grave The cold dirt is the last place you rest Down in a hole stiff with rigamortis 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 rigamortis Eyes roll back in your face Blood drips down your skin When it comes to d**h The grave always wins Blood drips on your eyeless 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 Black pus from your skin and veins 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 d**h The grave always wins There are worms feeding on the carca** 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 carca** Rotted and moldering The 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 dirt is the last place you rest Down in a hole stiff with rigamortis 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 rigamortis