Digested Songtext
von Nanochrist

Slime-coated meaty masses slither through the mud
Thousands more just like the little beasts
Silent creeping pink and eyeless oozing tubes of flesh
Looking for their next subterran feast
There′s no cosmic purpose for you existing
You won't get what you want just by wishing
Praying won′t help because there's nobody listening
The closest thing you have to a reason for living
Is to be digested Slime-coated meaty masses slither on the ground
They see you and they drool and salivate
Feeding on our best and worst and all points in between
What better reason for us to celebrate?
Slime-coated meaty masses slither in the rain
The closest thing to God you'll ever know
You only get one chance here so try to make it good
And do something useful before you have to go