Rotting flesh and filthy piles
Dirty meat a maggot treat
Maggots out of eyes
No thoughts left to cry
Maggots ones who kill
Whose blood wouldn't spill
Dirt rags dirty flesh
Rotted meat
Watch yourself heartless
Psycho simple
Feeds himself hordes of maggots
Guard the cells
Johnny corpse walker
Always walking towards the light
Find their route
Through the guts
Dirty meat
It's inside, inside him
Inside it's locked
His addiction
And so it foils
And behold
Behold suffocation

Johnny corpse walker
Johnny corpse walker