Gorespring

Springtime’s here, finally
Corpses floating in the sea
The sun is shining on the three
Hanging children in the tree

In the stomach, butterflies
Along with maggots and dead mice
I hate that spring doesn't come twice
'Cause bloated bodies smell so nice

I've waited for a year
Gorespring!
Said to everyone
Gorespring!
I cried when I lived
Gorespring!
Had fun when I died

In the sun, down on the shore
Families dine on some gore
Springtime joy, let's have more
Maybe a another lovely whore

I've waited for a year
Gorespring!
Said to everyone
Gorespring!
I cried when I lived
Gorespring!
Had fun when I died

Spring of gore!