You make me sick
I keep denying your words
Your folded hands are
Spreading disease
I puke blood
On your prophecy
A rotten cross
Became a breeding ground for Worms
Worms
Worms
Worms
You bloody freak
I still defy your tricks
Your fake mysteries are
Worth shit
I tread on your grave
Spit in your face again
A rotten corpse
Became a breeding ground for worms
Worms
Worms
Worms
Worms
