They are pulled away from the breast bones Here the living learn from the deceased Fluids and gases play their part In a marshy land with rotten smells Wax-like substance with a sweet, rancid odor a body being biodegradation rotten corpses devoured by the soil your final rest The worms infest your face Pus takes the place of blood in your veins Fallen there, frozen after a torturous death The black brain oozing down the sides of your broken neck