Desensitized to the necrotized, a trompe-l'oeil made zombified
Mocking d**h mask for the mortified, deformed
Repellant rite now sanctified, pallid parody of the putrefied
In formaldehyde d**h now baptized, reborn
The sickening sight now sanitized
In celebration of the demised
d**h unrevealed, decay clumsily disguised
But behind the lurid, leering eyes decomposition will arise
So let it be rotten, so let it be done
Behind the shroud decrepitude begun
So let it be rotten, so let it be done
So let it be rotten
So let it be rotten, so let it be done
So let it be rotten
Immured deep within the absurd, beyond the pale obscenely blurred
Rigor mortis sets in undeterred, putrescent
Embalmed in lugubrious repose as from within you decompose
Unmoved by orchid, lily or rose quiescent
The distasteful scent lurks just beneath
The truth of d**h lay out of reach
Its cold caress would curdle funeral wreaths
But beyond the mendacious mask you'll see putrefaction's perfidy
So let it be rotten, so let it be done
Within the casket, decay has claimed its throne
So let it be rotten, so let it be done
d**h worms its way into the corpse its work begun
So let it be rotten, let it be done