Decomposed

All human life forms are piles
 Of stinking, rotting bowels
 You now have the choice to die
 Or live and rot away
 No chance of a painless death
 The cancer is starting in your head
 It spreads it's seeds through your veins
 You'll suffer the most horrible pains
 You feel it lowering down your back
 Your fingers are starting to turn black
 Although you are praying to your god
 You will slowly start to rot
 Rotting is the only way of life
 The stench is of the pus of your wife
 You are getting weaker every day
 It won't last a day is what they say
 As your skin drips from your face
 You're a part of rotting human race
 You know that it won't last long
 As you cough up pieces of lung
 As your shit comes through your mouth
 Your soul soon will go south
 Rotting is the only way of life
 The stench is of the pus of your wife