Grave

Befouled grounds, funerary plot Awaits this debt to claim Last rights confined Burn my memory, you're dead to me Removing the poison thorns Savor the symptom that eats you alive Drown in despair, consequences forewarn Yet, the filth still churns inside Rusted gears still grind Far worse will come, as we're digging through time A toast to your demise As you rot in your grave Behold your reward Free from your misery, guilt and deceit The poison has run its course Cold hands of fate, feel my thorns as you wake Now that the worm has turned The bleeding knees and soured prayers Help not, thy will be gone To the grave take your shame Inescapable fate Fresh dirt on the grave, borne to the bloody earth Rot in your grave Condemned to cold earth and exile Unfit to exist Moist soil will share our crime This night by nail and plight Misery interred, screaming inside, a feast for the worms A toast to your demise Embittered victory's release One final sordid night, Kicking inside, you rot - rot in your grave Behold your reward The worm, the worm has turned Panic raping your mind Lungs stagnate with greed Choke on your self-pity grief Petty wretch depart in shame With your last dying breath Meet dreamless sleep With your last dying breath Meet dreamless sleep