Wormfood lyrics
by Six Feet Under
The sweet smell of the slow decayed
Another victim of the f*cking 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 f*cking 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*cking 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