| Song | Crown Of Worms |
| Artist | 5 Star Grave |
| Album | Corpse Breed Syndrome |
| Slaughterin’ emotions | |
| You’re just one of a kind | |
| Infectin’ still the air I breathe | |
| With ravenous demise | |
| The ties are cut and maybe | |
| I've been a little wild | |
| Insanity has spread its wings | |
| And grabbed me for a ride | |
| You should have seen it comin' | |
| The raging fire in my eyes | |
| You should have seen it comin' | |
| Spreading deep within your thighs | |
| Reptile invitation | |
| You’re still the same old slut | |
| Infestin' still the air | |
| With cadaverous decline | |
| The worms are crawlin' restless | |
| Inside your feeble mind | |
| I appreciate your lovely grief | |
| 'Till death do us unite | |
| You should have seen it comin' | |
| The raging fire in my eyes | |
| You should have seen it comin' | |
| Spreading deep within your thighs | |
| Crown of Worms / Throne of Rats | |
| Crown of Worms / Throne of Rats | |
| Stigmatized infection | |
| Between your legs I ride | |
| And fuck you like I used to do | |
| When u were still alive | |
| As words turn into whispers | |
| False promises and lies | |
| I cut the strings that tie u down | |
| And kiss your ass goodbye |
| Slaughterin' emotions | |
| You' re just one of a kind | |
| Infectin' still the air I breathe | |
| With ravenous demise | |
| The ties are cut and maybe | |
| I' ve been a little wild | |
| Insanity has spread its wings | |
| And grabbed me for a ride | |
| You should have seen it comin' | |
| The raging fire in my eyes | |
| You should have seen it comin' | |
| Spreading deep within your thighs | |
| Reptile invitation | |
| You' re still the same old slut | |
| Infestin' still the air | |
| With cadaverous decline | |
| The worms are crawlin' restless | |
| Inside your feeble mind | |
| I appreciate your lovely grief | |
| ' Till death do us unite | |
| You should have seen it comin' | |
| The raging fire in my eyes | |
| You should have seen it comin' | |
| Spreading deep within your thighs | |
| Crown of Worms Throne of Rats | |
| Crown of Worms Throne of Rats | |
| Stigmatized infection | |
| Between your legs I ride | |
| And fuck you like I used to do | |
| When u were still alive | |
| As words turn into whispers | |
| False promises and lies | |
| I cut the strings that tie u down | |
| And kiss your ass goodbye |