Decay

The funerals are where you sit and feel such loss and strife

The minister will pull his dick and fuck the man and wife

You mentioned that your father was a child murderer

While you sleep you feel that your demise just might occur

The dead are rising, not surprising

To finish what they start

I'll be there to cause your mental state to fall apart

You masturbate to the killing of all of your fucking friends

All of the blood, the tears, the cum

Your nightmare never ends