Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid flesh   Crumbling tissue - nothing left   Cancerous, mouldy, septic infestation   Smouldering decay of defecation      Your bowels now play host to pestilent decay   Waiting dormantly, it knows you're easy prey      See the corpse, smell the rot   Rigor mortis sets in like a frost   Lacerated arteries, entrails in a mess   The dry, stale smell of long rotted flesh      See the corpse, smell the warmth   As its cold, grey insides fester and burn   The guts may melt, but the torso remains   As the jellified innards turn into methane      [Finale:] ultimate excretion of rabid globular neoplasm