"The open Wounds I cut, now fester and succumb
To insect infestation, bacterial infiltration
On a micro biotic level, they grow and overtake
A human piece of waste, an experiment of decay
God of the fly, release your seed of filth
To grow and conquer, on death, on myself

Maggots, maggots! On my corpse
Feeding, seeping, pus does flow
Rotten body

The maggots feed and grow, the maggots feed and grow!

-From "Seed of Filth" - Six Feet Under