Käännös: Six Feet Under. Waiting For Decay.
Pus ejected out the pores Hatched chopped her into bits Playing with her severed tits Sucking out the bloodied milk Waiting for decay waiting Strapped
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter so croool: you have stopped my watch At the stroke of three and call for the police But there's a time for tea and a time for
helps me on my search Digging six feet under, working over night Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones Atrocious desire for decaying corpses
and buried lying in a box, six feet under for the worms to eat Stiff and cold covered up with rocks, to decay in the dirt Rotten stench Bodies decay
