Wormmaster

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