[Odysseus]

Those who cared about this corpse would be most grieved to know
That their loved one's lifeless body is rotting in a hole
The grave digger is stone cold drunk, the coffin isn't closed
So there it lies, attracting flies, and growing thick green mold

A festering pit
Of maggots, pus, rot, and shit
On public display
The corpse gives way to decay
A nauseous reek
Your destiny you seek
Look deep inside
Everyone rots when they die

Macabre fascinations, obscene temptations
A morbid attraction to putrefaction
Take your place in the ground, know the joy to be found
Your free will enslaved by the call of the grave

Writhe in the rot, grope in the grime
Play in the pus, swim in the slime
Surrender your soul, your future defined
Why put it off? Why not just die?