The truth is a thing that I say,  Cause I know all about decay,  Grave worms are sucking the brain,  Victims was butchered with chain,  Vile flesh is covered by flies   The process of rotting so nice  This is a brutal surprise.  One terrible night at the detour road  The children was playing seek-and-hide   Brutally smashed flesh of their corpses   Is heavily devoured from inside!  The cur was driving without the light  And what’s happened then is no reason to say –   Cause this story about decay…  Gut anyhow were lying on the road,  And internals were scattered and bled  It’s hardly crushed by wheels of the truck  The body without the head!  Shredded corpses are rotting   Around the week on the road  And carrion-crows are picking their eyes  The process of rotting so nice   This is a brutal surprise   In death convulsions they was   Trembling and bleeding  And the cur had finished them with a chain –   Impossible to find the fragmented brain  The truth is a thing that I say,  Cause I know all about decay,  Grave worms are sucking the brain,  Victims was butchered with chain,  Vile flesh is covered by flies   The process of rotting so nice  This is a brutal surprise.    these lyrics are submitted by Corrina Bucherich