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