There is no afterlife We all just decompose No Heaven's pearly gates Just tags upon our toes A slow putrescence From the time the life is shorn Feast for the maggots Reborn Wet and adipocerous Our flesh turns in to wax Enter hypostasis Pale skin discolored black Regeneration When life has adjourned Insect infestation Our favors are returned
When from this world we are unbound We're food for the worms When they plant me in the ground I'm Food for the worms
The reaper beats at the gate of every man Lies fill the Bible, Tanakh and Quran It matters not which dogma you believe Our bodies are left to rot like fallen leaves The circle of life it marches on We fertilize the ground we walk upon Feast for the vultures' all that's left While hope spring eternal for the bereft
The throes of rigor mortis Forensic certainty Heaven, Olam Ha-Ba Fairy tales of lunacy We're vessels for the larvae Not vessels for the soul Transform to liquefaction Make all nature whole Food for the wormsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
