Then it is goodbye darling
when I recovered the last body
rotten, failing to grasp the air
filling life to the fat maggots.
Thus I would climb back up
to the tiny spot of light
in the end of the long tunnel
the deep hole I’ve been digging.
Farewell thee farewell
I bid you good night as dark falls
I am truly sorry to leave such a mess.
Yet you won’t see
dead bodies and fat maggots
‘tis you my love
dead bodies and fat maggots.