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the young of insects feed
on our inactive brains
and numb spinal cords
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 reduce 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 sp*wn
devour us piece by piece
this dead life not lost
new life from us - dead life not lost
new life from us
opens sores drain slow
spouting yellow pus
they're feeding on our souls
a sickening odor seeps - from us
insects - insects, insects,
maggots