Desensitized to the necrotized, a trompe-l’oeil made zombified Mocking death mask for the mortified -deformed Repellant rite now sanctified, pallid parody of the putrefied In formaldehyde death now baptized - reborn The sickening sight now sanitized In celebration of the demised Death 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 Lead – Matt Lead – Wes 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 death 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 Death worms its way into the corpse its work begun So let it be rotten – let it be done