Year of the Knife
Follow the Flies
Rotted and decayed
The horrid sight of pure release
Been lying here for days
These fucking flies are after me
Twisted imagery of my inhuman suffering
The only thing you’ll see when you try to remember me
Tears in your eyes
From fumes that arise
Deep in your heart
Those thoughts you despise
These bloodstained dreams led to my demise
But in sickness I will rise
Rotted and decayed
The horrid sight of pure release
Been lying here for days
These fucking flies are after me
Skull full of puss
Food for the worms
Maggots thrive in my head
Charred from the sun
Now just a piece of meat in a shallow grave
Rotted and decayed
The horrid sight of pure release
Been lying here for days
These fucking flies are after me
Twisted imagery of my inhuman suffering
The only thing you’ll see when you try to remember me
In your dreams
You’ll find me
But please don’t cry
Follow the flies