[Lyric] Maggots in Her Smile (The Afterbirth)

I can feel her legs, I can feel her arms
Reaching out for me, even in my dreams
When she turned her head, symmetrical her face
Half of it was rotten, withered with decay
Sweet like rotten fruit, the aftertaste of bile
Fermented, fuming breath (the maggots in her smile)
Begging for a taste, in you I'll make a child
A womb of noxious paste (the maggots in her smile)
Tormented by visions, a nightmarе every night
Teeth are missing, maggots flow from ovеrbite
Her eyes so sweet but wrinkles betray what she has seen
A past filled with predators who fiend her being
(Beauty is in the sty of the beholder...)
Her voice, like a broken organ in the night, making screams that only I can hear
A voice, the voice that once had called to me, muffled by the maggots in her smile
Dig up my grave- demonic nails
Smiling beast, a species feasting on humans' emotions bleeding
Parasitic psychic predator in shadows on the ceiling
Waiting, watching
In patience, stalking
I can still smell fragrances and oils
Mixed to mask the lingering of musk