[Lyric] Phasers On Stigmata (Randy Prozac)

Ending fleshly ways
We deform
Collapsing inwards
We cling to worms

Locks unopening
Meat will spoil
Turning deafening
Beneath the soil

Birds now silent sing
For it's approach
Flesh unraveling
Beneath the boards

Feel you slithering
Across my corpse
Never blessing thee
Now cut apart

Meshing inner cold
A flame is born
Burning quietly
Words become thorns
Serpents leavening
Enclosing coil
Writhing in misery
And crude oil