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