Deep within the grave
Where the cadaver lies decayed - there lurks the rotting
Within every fetid corpse
This process festers on its course - to speed the rotting

Its ubiquity cannot be denied - a gruesome trade, sempiternally plied

From the waste in which we wallow
To the flesh we gluttonously swallow - we consume the rotting
In rubbish bins of medical waste
Awaits the horrendous, wretched taste - of the rotting

That first whiff sure to nauseate - and its rancid fruit we regurgitate

The rotting´s coming
The end it brings
The rotting is the destiny of all that´s breathing
The rotting´s strumming
On your heartstrings
The rotting´s coming - ´til you´re the corpse that we´re bereaving

In the slither of the grubs
The maggots writhing in their chum - there feed the rotting
In suppurating stools
That dribble ichor into pools - there reeks the rotting

The grue that binds us together - is everyone devouring one another

The rotting´s coming
The end it brings
The rotting is the destiny of all that´s breathing
The rotting´s strumming
On your heartstrings
The rotting´s coming - ´til you´re the corpse that we´re bereaving

The rotting

[Lead - Matt]
[Lead - Bud]

The humble and the great
All consumed by the same fate - become the rotting
In its blackening embrace
All is eventually erased - by the rotting

The putrid waste upon which we´ve built our lives - as we decay, maggots and weevils thrive

The rotting´s coming
It was here all along
The rotting is an acrid, stinking, putrid savor
The rotting´s strumming
Its discordant song
The rotting´s thrumming
A defective dirge to scourge your neighbors

The rotting