OH YEAH!

The worms are crawling in
This casket makes me ill
Itīs cold and dark
I feel them feasting me

Got to get out
I donīt want to die yet
This is a dream
I am convinced about it

I see them eating
My skin has turned to dust
Putrid --- flesh
It seems so beautiful to me

Hunger... GROWING
I need to get out of here
I scream. ALIVE.
The silence whispers to me:


I am in a prison of death
This hunger is growing inside me
I am in a prison of death
This hatred is growing inside me

So be it, I run
I AM A CANNIBAL!
I NEED SOME FLESH
i need to kill to live

GIVE ME BRAINS
I WANT TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF
I NEED SOME BLOOD
YOUR GUTS ARE SPLATTERED ON THE WALL