The truth is a thing that I say,
Cause I know all about decay,
Grave worms are sucking the brain,
Victims was butchered with chain,
Vile flesh is covered by flies
The process of rotting so nice
This is a brutal surprise.
One terrible night at the detour road
The children was playing seek-and-hide
Brutally smashed flesh of their corpses
Is heavily devoured from inside!
The cur was driving without the light
And whats happened then is no reason to say
Cause this story about decay
Gut anyhow were lying on the road,
And internals were scattered and bled
Its hardly crushed by wheels of the truck
The body without the head!
Shredded corpses are rotting
Around the week on the road
And carrion-crows are picking their eyes
The process of rotting so nice
This is a brutal surprise
In death convulsions they was
Trembling and bleeding
And the cur had finished them with a chain
Impossible to find the fragmented brain
The truth is a thing that I say,
Cause I know all about decay,
Grave worms are sucking the brain,
Victims was butchered with chain,
Vile flesh is covered by flies
The process of rotting so nice
This is a brutal surprise.