The young of insects feed On our inactive brains And numb spinal cords Open sores drain slow Spouting yellow pus - from us Dead human flesh brings nourishment Survival from what is dead and cold Our unburied carcass' Will be reduce to bone Open sores drain slow Spouting yellow pus - they're feeding on our souls A sickening odor seeps - from us
Inside they multiply Devour us piece by piece New life from us, dead life not lost They feed to hatch the spawn Devour us piece by piece This dead life not lost New life from us - dead life not lost New life from us Opens sores drain slow Spouting yellow pus They're feeding on our souls A sickening odor seeps - from us
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