| 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 |