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



insects - insects, insects,

maggots