Beneath the surface, in an endless night They work and work, out of sight In their tunnels they navigate Prouds of the bizarre art they created From the remains they feed silently Where rich and poor have the same value In the cycle of life, they have their role Of nature's undertakers, taking their toll Worms Worms Slowly they will squirm Worms Eagers to eat you from the inside Worms Worms Slowly they will squirm Worms Eagers to eat you In the stench of decay Where death finds its final embrace In the depths of dignity Remind us of our fragility In the abyss of humanity We see our own mortality In the silence of the cemetery Where no one returns No longer hear the cries of suffering No more flesh, bones crumble and break Their terrible work now is finally done When you return to leave flowers in the grave Thank the worms that there is nothing left But memories of the lives that once thrived In the soil, nature's cleanup crew Returning us to dust, where all life arrived Worms