Original lyrics

EN

Gnarled within this mortal coil Within which the voracious feebly toil Enamored of our own disease We revel in our own grotesqueries... Dissecting ourselves to find nothing alive Just a mass of perversely animated pieces Nothing within worthwhile to revive We're mired knee-deep in our own fetid feces Gorging our gnawing jaws with our own pathological waste Like grubs wriggling in the rank feast of decay We grind our own bones into dust each futile step we take As we inch unseeing through day after day...