The Earth makes meals all
Into the dirt you will fall
To the worms, your coffin is like a wet bar
Don't matter how rich or how poor you are
If you're walking on the ground
They put you in a big black box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks
All goes well for about a week
Until your coffin begins to leak
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
In your belly, and out your snout
They eat the jelly between your toes
They eat the memory of all you have known
They eat your heart
They eat your soul
It's the dawning of the age
Of the worm
Bow down to the worms
