Buried by Grime & Crust Lyrics

my final resting place is a rusted
sewer, where I spend my days engulfed
by pests all feeding on my gushin diseases
in this perfect place for the faceless &
nameless
buried by grime and crust
now it's time to get out of my grave

nothing, not even raw sewage or death
can keep my filthy hands from going around
your church going necks

buried by grime and crust