All human life forms are pilesOf stinking, rotting bowelsYou now have the choice to dieOr live and rot awayNo chance of a painless deathThe cancer is starting in your headIt spreads it's seeds through your veinsYou'll suffer the most horrible painsYou feel it lowering down your backYour fingers are starting to turn blackAlthough you are praying to your godYou will slowly start to rotRotting is the only way of lifeThe stench is of the pus of your wifeYou are getting weaker every dayIt won't last a day is what they sayAs your skin drips from your faceYou're a part of rotting human raceYou know that it won't last longAs you cough up pieces of lungAs your shit comes through your mouthYour soul soon will go southRotting is the only way of lifeThe stench is of the pus of your wife