Worms - by Erik Smith
in my voice i hear decay
i see i've fucked myself away
nothing's left to save today
strips of flesh hang from these bones
giving maggots more new homes
scratching in unheard of tones
push your finger into my open wounds
lick it off your finger as you spin these tunes
and wave at the people approaching me
in a long line awaiting
wanting to dig into my chest
all holding rusty forks and spoons
they're already here
it's all to fear
i'm tied to a mangled cross
and it's raining blood
they're whispering in my ear
that the end just isn't near
accupuncture with rusted pins
wretched pains from deep within
worms writhing through my veins
they're dropping leeches on me
laughing as they all start twisting
upon my body they all keep pissing
my screams continue
they do not care
my pulse continues
there's no help there
but nothing's fair
