In wormholes they gather Human maggots singing praise On their knees beneath the ground Hunchbacked for the feast
Coffin flies amassed Congregated in gluttony Hungering for sores and other holes To multiply mongoloid larvae
Digging their way Through cracks in the soil Tunnelling down to their dinner Jesus is waiting
The flies are starved Unearting their holy host To feed over his carcass Jesus is served
Snorting up the stench of salvation As love exudes from their rotting messiah A swarming stampede high on decay Exultant as they excavate
Maggots come, maggots come Crawl up the cunt of Christ Cave him out from inside Infantile sect of insects Inhabit the corpse Clean up the skeleton Eat the rot to the bone Jesus Loves You And receives with open wounds
