18  Days  -  Six  Feet  Under

Dead  decayed  now  in  the  cold  ground

You  can't  hear  me

And  I'm  screaming  your  name

Why  you  have  gone

Away  from  me

Away  to  the  grave

Now  it  is  empty

This  soul  of  mine

I  have  been  chosen  to  murder  the  living

I  have  been  chosen  to  kill  you  slowly

It  grips  me,  the  sickness  that  now  dwells

The  brutal  hacking  motion  of  my  knife  blade

Your  young  wife  is  now  killed  by  my  hand

To  entomb  and  unearth  in  18  days

I  will  fuck  the  decayed

The  stench  of  the  open  grave

The  corpse  calls  my  name

On  my  cock  a  pus  filled  cunt

Leaks  my  juice  down  her  throat

You're  dead  decayed  now

In  the  cold  ground

Ripening

You're  dead  decayed  now

In  the  cold  ground

Wait  for  me

You're  dead  decayed  now

In  the  cold  ground

Ripening

You're  dead  decayed  now

In  the  cold  ground

Ripe  for  me