My body's full of worms and ugly maggots
They squirm inside my heart and in my soul
They fester from my list of nasty habits
That each day become harder to control

My insides are full of maggot **** and dirt
I'm rotting out and spitting out thick mud
I'm choking on my worms, but it don't hurt
They're feeding on my tears and my sweet blood

Soon I am decayed and nothing's left
Except some hair and nails and piles of bone
My death was oh so easy to accept
And now my maggot friends have greatly grown