Six Feet Under. Alive And Dead. Insect. Zeneszám

After we die, invading our bodily cavities
The young of insects feed
On our inactive brains
And numb spinal chords

Open sores drain slow
Spouting yellow pus from us
Dead human flesh brings nourishment
Survival from what is dead and cold
Our unburied carcass' will be reduced to bone

Open sores drain slow
Spouting yellow pus
They're feeding on our souls
A sickening odor seeps from us

Inside they multiply
Devour us piece by piece
New life from us, dead life not lost
They feed to hatch the spawn

Devour us piece by piece
This dead life not lost
New life from us, dead life not lost
New life from us

Open sores drain slow
Spouting yellow pus
They're feeding on our souls
A sickening odor seeps from us
Insect, insect, insect, maggots