Decomposed - Gorefest

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