Žodžiai dainai: Gorefest. The Putrid Stench Of Human Remains.

Rotting from the inside out
Pain intense, you're screaming loud
Acids burn in your veins
Won't survive but die in pain

Eyes are hurting, turning black
Decomposing, a human wreck
In agony you cry out
As you coughed, a lung came out

Pus is flowing from the gas
Putrid stench of human remains

Intestines fall out, bloody mess
Maggots feasting on your flesh
Crawl into you via anal ways
Perforating your stomach within a day

All your guts have been gone
No more organs to live on
Your brain's intact, catching sounds
Pus remaining on the ground

Pus is flowing from the gas
Putrid stench of human remains