"Wormfood" as written by and Greg Gall Chris Barnes....
The sweet smell
Of the slow decayed
Another victim
Of the fucking grave
The cold grave is the last place you rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis
Another rotten
Another forgotten
Another step and you just might fall in
The cold grave is the last place you rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis

eyes roll back in your face
Blood drips on your skin
When it comes to death
The grave always wins
Blood drips on your idness 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

eyes roll back in your face
Blood drips down your skin
When it comes to death
The grave alwats wins
The worms are 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 grave is the last place you rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis
Another rotten
Another forgotten
Another step and you just might fall in
The cold grave is the last place you rest
Down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis










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"Wormfood" as written by Greg Gall Chris Barnes

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