Small Slimy Wet Tasty worms I can't help it They are tasty and full of joy I love crushing them with my feet I love their hair in my teeth Belly-deep to the brain They consume fresh meat The bodies are full of them They smell like shit Some like piss Others like feces I plunder them from corpses And I eat them for breakfast I can't contain them They come out of every hole From the mouth, from my anus, from my penis I take pleasure or I'm dying I don't go out from the room Since how long? They are in the room, in the fridge, in my body "They found his skull full of worms..."