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
