Gorefest Decomposed
All human life forms are piles Of stinking, rotting bowels You now have the choice to die Or live and rot away No chance of a painless death The cancer is starting in your head It spreads it's seeds through your veins You'll suffer the most horrible pains You feel it lowering down your back Your fingers are starting to turn black Although you are praying to your god You will slowly start to rot Rotting is the only way of life The stench is of the pus of your wife You are getting weaker every day It won't last a day is what they say As your skin drips from your face You're a part of rotting human race You know that it won't last long As you cough up pieces of lung As your shit comes through your mouth Your soul soon will go south Rotting is the only way of life The stench is of the pus of your wife
