Rotten Poetry کے بول

This is poetry, rotten poetry Decomposing bodies They cry tears of blood Exude the sweet perfume from the graves Adorned with his bowels Displaying their cadaverous bodies The skin was replaced by raw flesh The flesh is savored [Chorus] Rotten Poetry To Manifest [Bridge] Tasted by human beings Who survived death Mine, yours, our death The natural law is fair and cold When we die we are all equals Liver, heart, lungs Brain, nerves, guts We all have it equal This is poetry, rotten poetry Decomposing bodies They cry tears of blood Exude the sweet perfume from the graves [Chorus] [Bridge] [Chorus]