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- - - DEATH BECOMES THEM - - -
I am six feet down
Beneath the dead
Without a sound
Inside my head
Worms linger
Like strangers
Unwanted
Uninvited
I know, I know
Your dearly departed
Better than you do
I feed on juices
And decaying flesh
You think, you think
Your dearly departed
Eternally rests
They feed the maggots
With decaying flesh
Devouring the meat of the recently dead
I hear all the whimpers, mournful words that are said
Your bitter tears are but precious gems to my eyes
Know I revel in your wracking sobs and your plight
It is sweet to me
Like a candy treat
Listen, listen
To dearly departed
Whispering my name
Feeding depraved ears
With decaying tongues
Know that, know that
Your dearly departed
Will sustain myself
As i devour
Their decaying flesh
Devouring the meat of the recently dead
I hear all the whimpers, mournful words that are said
Your bitter tears are but precious gems to my eyes
Know I revel in your wracking sobs and your plight
Unwilling victims of my game
They have no choice but to play
I like them like that, cold as sin
Take my fists and beat their skulls in
More beautiful dead than alive
Scent of death and formaldehyde
You know I can't wait to begin
Picture perfect when death becomes them
You know I love 'em
When death becomes them
I am six feet down
Beneath the dead
Without a sound
Inside my head
Worms linger
Like strangers
Unwanted
Uninvited
You know I love 'em
When death becomes them
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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