Wormfood

Song Wormfood
Artist Six Feet Under
Album 13

Lyrics

作曲 : Terry Butler/Steve Swanson/Greg Gall/Chris Barnes
the sweet smell of the slow decayed another victim of the fucking grave the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigo mortis another rotten another forgotten another step and you just might fall in the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigo mortis eyes roll back in your face blood drips on your skin when it comes to death the grave always wins blood drips on your idness face? another victim of the fucking grave the cold dirt is your last place to rest a funeral meal for the worms in the coffin eyes roll back in your face blood drips down your skin when it comes to death the grave always wins the worms are feeding on the carcass rotted and moldering and bones are exposed parasitic breakdown of the human form in the grave we are reborn the sweet smell of the slow decayed another victim of the fucking grave the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigo mortis another rotten another forgotten another step and you just might fall in the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigo mortis

Pinyin

zuò qǔ : Terry Butler Steve Swanson Greg Gall Chris Barnes
the sweet smell of the slow decayed another victim of the fucking grave the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigo mortis another rotten another forgotten another step and you just might fall in the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigo mortis eyes roll back in your face blood drips on your skin when it comes to death the grave always wins blood drips on your idness face? another victim of the fucking grave the cold dirt is your last place to rest a funeral meal for the worms in the coffin eyes roll back in your face blood drips down your skin when it comes to death the grave always wins the worms are feeding on the carcass rotted and moldering and bones are exposed parasitic breakdown of the human form in the grave we are reborn the sweet smell of the slow decayed another victim of the fucking grave the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigo mortis another rotten another forgotten another step and you just might fall in the cold grave is the last place you rest down in a hole stiff with rigo mortis